I love to write. It's everything i am. I write to relieve my problems and my stress and to create creativity for my mind. I use it the best ways for myself and to reach out to others. Sometimes I feel like I'll be the Van Gogh of writing, but you know... he became know posthumously. |
Hey there, beautiful
why are you so blue...
We're past the days of one week crushes.
We're past the days of pink peach blushes...
The pain I went through
was a trophy to you...
I hate the way you do your best
to make me happy within...
Dreams seem so useless,
since I feel like I'm down hill...
You won't be able to please everyone, so live to please yourself. Along that path of self-pleasing, you find that you please others by being who you are. |
Eskimos have 52 words for snow, we should have just as many for love. |
When your someone is gone; you're still someone. |