Him: ah be quiet.
Me: If i shut up u'll get bored.
*long silents*
Me: SEE I bet ur bored now!
Him: ya ur right.

*true convo.*

Dream of a Time,
Dream of a Dream,
Dream of a Lie,
Dream of a Time when a Dream was a Lie, and a Lie was the Dream of Time.

(*wow i confuse myself*)

Why do u write.?
I write because im broken.
What do u write about.?
What ever haunts my heart.
Why are u sad.?
My soul was stolen.
Why are u you.?
I'm me because im tired of trying to be the person im supposed to be.

I had a bad day,
so i'll take you down,
to the place where i cry.
and tell you all that will make you see,
just how badly you hurt me.

(from my new poem The Place I Cry. check it out)

Him: *yawn* u kinda woke me up..
Me: aw im srry!:( if u wanna u can go back to sleep.
Him: nah i rather talk to u, u werent in my dreams..

(true convo! :) <3 gotta love him)

The only word to describe how i feel right now is so simple, devine and miss understood
that word is no other then Sad.

Dreams of time are unaware of your wishes for a prince.

Pain reminds me I'm still alive.

If I ever cry in your arms,
would you think less of me?

If I should ever tell you that I want nothing to do with you,
would you miss me or hate me?
Would you even notice I'm gone?