I hate this day...


Jealous TerrorThis jealousy that writhes inside Is not of the normal kind. Drawing nearer as she approaches I feel him keeping beat.Jealous Terror
He smiles lightly, but His eyes can't hid The tortue she inflicted Upon his soft heart.
And the fury that lies, Within his chest, Dances on our fingertips As we touch.
She leaps ackwardly Upon him, as he turns, And into a conversation That suddenly goes stale.
Hugs, though memories, Flow through, mean Nothing as the silence of The past moves upstage.
But the promises she be


MY confessionI don't want to.MY confession
I'm being anti-social and cruel. I know that if I talk to you I'm just going to be awful.
"I'll regret it And you'll feel bad. The I'll feel guilty, And you'll be sad."
You do this everytime.
EVERYTIME!!!
I'm sick of being sick over this...
Yesterday seems so far away.
But you say things were better than. I don't remember becuase it's been like this for so long.
Was it better? Or do you just remember things how you want to have been?
A year. A year. One year since we could j
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hiya! just happened to drop by this page via [link]
just spreading random love to random people!
-Rae
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