Like a vase
we are cherished,
admired
and also like a vase
we can be broken by things around us.

Girls dream about boys because they know that all that dream is, is a dream.

When you abandon a friend, you have broken them into a million sharp pieces and if you try to get near them beware, they might cut you.

Woe to the girl who lost her best friend... or were they ever truly best friends?

Did I lose a friendship? Or can I just not see the friend that doesn't seem to be there for me?

I'm going to go away now... to forget all that has happen... I'm going to go away now... just to keep you happy.

I wish I knew how you are feeling... more then that I wish you knew how I am feeling...

If you really care for me... will you tell me? show me? encourage me? do something with me? If you don't, could you just kill my pain and tell me now?

Too many times have I told you I love you, only you never took the time to hear...