I'm Justine, and I don't have a witty introduction for myself. I write as a form of journaling, either my feelings or someone elses. Some of my poems are vastly exaggerated, and some are just made up. Even more than writing, I love to sing and act. I can also get very scary when I'm hyper, which is often. |
Love
What does it mean...
Some girls pick off flower petals
And chant a silly poem...
Have you seen my emotions
They ran off to random nowhere...
We've argued whether your hair was blonde
We've nearly gotten stuck in a rain-made pond...
I can't listen to the radio
Without thinking of him...
I can feel my mask melting, and for once I don't...
This illusion's gone too far, these shattered...
Irreparably damaged
My broken soul can't wait...
Best-est
I love you more than chocolate...
You steal those loving glances
When you think no one can see...
"Hi." One word. That's all it takes...
Now he's gone. Better luck next time...
I want real answers, intelligent answers, believable answers, and answers that don't make me ass. |
"Yeah, life sucks. You want a Jolly Rancher?" |
I am going to eat you with my laser vision. |