Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Happily.Ever.After
I've always wanted to get away from my family sometimes. I feel like Rapunzel,only I don't have long,beautiful hair to climb out of the tower with.
Taking it easy
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Thinking of you...
I just love the summer time. The ocean's salty air,the hot Florida sun beating down on your face,the call of the seagulls overhead. It's all wonderful. Now,it is almost Halloween,and Stephanie will be whining about how I have to take her to Deirdre's Halloween parties!!! Stephie (Stephanie) is my little sister. She's in the 5Th grade and is a total nascence. Sometimes,you wish you could just sink into the ground.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Sometimes...
School is wild
If I had to choose one of the other,school with Jake,or home alone,guess which one I'd choose? Obvious! Jake Jake Jake!!! He's H-O-T! I'm obsessive,I know,but I've never been Frenched by a guy like I have been by Jake. His mouth isn't slimy,or sticky like most of the guys I've dated. His mouth is...cool. Not hot like him,but cool. Like,it really cools you down after gym class. :P
Monday, September 17, 2007
My angel wings
there is no darkness in heaven
keep thinking of him. What is he going right now? Thinking of me? I feel warm,loved. Like I could never die alone and cold. I am like a surfer in a ocean of hungry sharks,fighting to stay alive. Jake. He is like the sun. The hand that reaches in and grabs me out of the frenzy. With him,I will never be in the shadows.
Poem of my heart
Like the flutter of birds
White as new fallen snow
praying not to be trod on
by the passing of feet
Like a heart,carved into the sand
Hoping not to be washed over by the cruel,heartless waves
Church bells,the laughted of children playing,the hot sun beating down on your face on a winters day.
That,is the feeling on love.
Soft as a feather,beating like the sea,darkness will never fall when love is cluching tight ti your heart
Love is never being alone.
On cloud #9
Love.
School. Kids pushing into each other. Chaos. All I can think of is him. Jake. I go to my locker. Turn the combination. 02-13-23. Then,breath on the back of my neck. Him. I turn slowly around to meet a kiss. He must have had Gatorade,because his breath is like grape. Can't concentrate in school. Thinking of him. Will he kiss me again? I want it to never end. I'm floating on a cloud of love. Hot,fiery love. Nothing can bring me back to the real world. I scribble a heart on me homework. Jake,I'm always thinking of you.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
He likes me,he likes me not
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