I lie in my bed,
Images of you run in my head.
Tears rush down my cheeks,
Memories of you make me weak.
I can't help but to weep,
Therefore I cry myself asleep.
And when I awake,
I feel my heart break.
Still under the cover,
Knowing me and you are over.
Holding back my tears,
Wishing you were here.
I thought you were the one for me,
But I guess it wasn't meant to be.
Getting ready for the pain to start,
Smiling to cover my broken heart.
Crying inside all day,
Wondering why you did me this way.
Still in my heart will be,
A special place for you and me.
girls are...
Girls are like apples on trees. The best ones are always at the top of the tree. The boys don't want to reach for them, because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but are easy to get...
So the apples at the top think that something is wrong with them... But in reality, they're totally amazing!!! They just have to wait for the right boy to come along - the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree and get them...!!!
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
HEART BREAK
Posted by -r-o-j-a-y- at 9:46 AM
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