Monday, June 05, 2006
why is it so hard?
i just feel like writing down a thousand poems. those previous messages. the feeling of it is still there.
why cant it just go.
a million thots probes the mind.
sometimes i wish love wasnt blind.
but feelings are still not just fine.
you cried for what you have done.
leaving me all alone in the dark
cold and wet; you're fucked up.
you turned your back.
i put up the flag.
you cant see what you're typing.
you're not sure whether you can read it nots.
you're too sorry.
but you moved on.
now im gone.
the heart can tear apart
so what?
things can happen so much more.
but i rather gore more blood.
i missed the promises you made
the cries you hate.
but well. thats fate.
its so stupid to wait.
i rather do my time for the crime.
my love was wrong.
things you said really killed me.
we were friends.
damn y did i misunderstand.
maybe because of the things you told me.
gave me hope.
y dont u give me a rope?
i turned in something i destest.
is it you or is it just me?
the memories just taught me alittle.
never...
but i'll never walk away.
i'll be there helping u.
picking you up when u're down.
give you hope when u're dead.
thats me.
what i found out that i have never let you down.
1 after 1.
[[ it sucked ]]
[[ things off my chest ]]
PROFILE
faliq
.|.the.|.heart.|.broken.|.
.|.age.|.Sweet 16....
.|.d/o/b.|. remember remember.. the 1st of november...
.|.sign.|.scorpio
.|.autobiography.|.
.|.love.|.music, Drums, Snare, movies, nature, Blue, red, purple, white, black, Burple, shoes, friends, art, reading, Percussion, floorball, rock climbing.
.|.hate.|.dumbasses, jackasses, boundaries, being told what to do, people who brag about themselves constantly, mean people, cicadas -shudder-, Critising and those who pick on the weak....
.|.currently.|.
-talking to: nobody
-listening to: And then i turned seven. *
-watching: the world going by me....
-thinking:
abt life.
-wanting: the best
-iming: nobody
-surfing: the usuall.
-obsessing: music, percussion, cameras.
-wants: nothing.
