act like big city kids when the sun goes down
Nothing matches
Nothing catches his eye
Nothing steals
Nothing reveals her imply
Yet every pulse of her love
Is triggered by his touch
And every chill on her spine
Is given by his glance
But nothing matches
Nothing catches his eye
Nothing steals
Nothing reveals her imply
And every twinkling star
Is glimmered with his name
And every penny in the well
Is given in wish for the same
But since nothing matches
Nothing catches his eye
Nothing steals
Nothing reveals her imply
That triggered pulse
Was put into a convulse
And the chill on her spine
Grew to her mind
While her twinkling star
Was extinguished, as her heart
And the pennies in the well
Were gathered to pay for her health
For nothing matched
Nothing caught his eye
Nothing stole
Nothing revealed her imply
And she felt that his love would be never
So she laid down her head forever.
you know whats fun? typing out all your feelings and then deleting it. i do it alot. its just a good way to let stuff out, ya know? yet, sometimes i have wanted to leave it on there. just so people can really understand what its like to be me... but that would be foolish. someone would take it the wrong way. and a bunch of crap would start all over again. life can be so tough sometimes. everyone says that you should be who you are and blahdeeblahblah, yet they only come back with gossip and strife when you actually do. it seems that a persons confidence really agitates another persons insecurities. i think sooo many people have pride and confidence confused. im sure most people think its the same thing, yet its the complete opposite. pride is a sin. God hates it. it rises up when insecurity is at its peak. and then confidence is something that God created and loves. it is faith in something, such as character, purpose, goal... ee tee see. anyway, stop reading my pointless journal, and go.... eat some mac n' cheese. or something. yeah.
oh..btw. i love you.
<3.