I lye on my floor
Watching the dream catcher sway with the wind from the open window
Too bad it doesn't work.I think
And I replay the ones who are unafraid,
who take their sleep without permission
Where as I ask for it
Day after day,
Growing hopeless,
When the bleeding doesn't heal anymore
The pain isn't numbed
And the sleep...never comes...
Hi Daisy
It is Christina (shy's friend)
Do you think you could keep me updated on how she is? just don't tell her it may get her mad at me.
but i can not keep tabs on her all the way out here in Arkansas
I have some information that is about Matt. Shy wrote it in her diary and then wrote it in a note to Jeffery who in turn showed it to me and i, of couse, copied it down. it is cute and proof that (all though shy claims not to believe in love) shy Loves Matt or at least close to it. i have a quote well actually it is Shy's but she won't care. put whether i can trust you not to tell her your source(A.K.A. me) and i will put what it says in one of your poems comments.
Take Kare
Chris
P.S. Call her Blaze it will annoy her
just don't when she is upset or depressed more then the usual amount. when you do make sure she's sort of happy and watch her reaction she will either laugh, whine or my personal favorite and the funniest when she gaets frustrated and turns bright red.
you should try it, it is very interesting
you do know she never brought you or quite a few others up until aproximatly 2 weeks before Alex moved. what has she told you about me i hope not about the funerals. Well goodbye