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Your Perfect…
…Because everything you do
Makes me smile
…Because every second spent with you
Is worth while
…Because when you laugh at me
I laugh too
…Because everyone else can see
That I’m devoted to you
…Because I love your eyes
And the way they Shine
…Because you don’t tell lies
And you’re so cute when you whine
…Because when you get mad
You can’t hide it
…Because even when you’re sad
I can find it
…Because the way you hold me
Sends shivers down my spine
…Because your spirits so free
And you’re so flipping fine
…Because I never stop thinking about you
It’s not fair
…Because you’re just perfect
And no one else can compare…
Friends are like television. Some are like PBS and always asking for money. Others are like the news, with sad tales to tell everyday, some are like that one station with the foreign language; you don't understand a word of it but you listen and watch anyway. And then there are the ones like the commercials, always changes, ever-so-annoying and only seem to be there when you are bored. But every once and a while you meet someone who's like a really good movie of the week or that one tv show you hardly ever get to see anymore because you're so busy. My point is hold on to the friends you care about and since we don't have a remote control to mute someone or just change the channel, pick your friends carefully.
I was born to be stubborn, to be a little bitchy, to push people, to push myself. I was taught to never take life for granted, to live a little, to love with everything I had, to NEVER GiVE UP, to believe in myself ... and most of all, to fight for myself & what i believe in
i've finally gotten over how you used to say those nice words.
i've finally gotten over the memories we shared.
i've finally gotten over the laughs we had.
i've finally gotten over our friendship.
i've finally gotten over y o u
you can change my house,
you can change my school,
you can change my family,
you can change my clothes,
you can change my hair,
you can even change my name,
but you can N E V E R change
or R E P L A C E my best friend !
i told you i love you ; i told you how ii feel
you told me it's too bad ; you told me to deal
well someday you'll get up the courage ; to tell
me that you do ; someday you're gonna love me
but, GUESS WHAt !?!? i'm not gonna love you!
I liked you…
you liked your car
I wanted to date you…
you dated your car
I loved you…
you loved your car
you broke my heart…
so I destroyed your car
I know the day will come when you want to end things between us..and I could try to be mature and say "I just want you to be happy" but im not going to lie..the only way I want you to be happy is with me.
I know I shouldn't get upset when I see you with her, I should be over you by now. I only wish it was that easy.. to just all of the sudden not care about someone you once REALLY loved.
Letters begin with ABC.
Numbers begin with 123.
Music begins with Do Re Mi.
But true love begins with you and me!
you`re not considered a slut by how you dress..
lets get that straight
you`re considered a slut for the # of men you hit your knees for
but never date
He Makes Me Smile With0ut Even Tryin,
If I Said I Didnt Feel Somethin f0r Him
. . . I`d - b e - l y i n g . .
THE ELEPHANT SAYS T0 THE CAMEL, LAUGHiNG ::
-WHY D0 Y0U HAVE TW0 B00BS 0N Y0UR BACK?!-
THE CAMEL REPLiES ::
-THAT`S A PRETTY STUPiD QUESTi0N C0MiNG FR0M S0ME0NE WH0 HAS A DiCK 0N THEiR FACE--
Just [nevermind] everything..
[nevermind] what we had
[nevermind] the nights i cried
[nevermind] that i can't survive
[nevermind] the fact that i love you
&& i don't care how you get to me..
|x| just get to me |x|
Friendship is a strange thing... We find ourselves [telling each other] the deepest details of our lives... \\ Things we don't even share with our families who raised us... But \\ what is a friend? A confidant? A lover? A fellow E-Mail junkie? A shoulder to cry on? An
you get me smilin even when it hurts
nothing can measure what our friendship is worth
thru truth-lies-smiles-despairs
the hugs-the secrets-the "hows my hair?!"
you know im gonna love you's until the very end
- simple as this..your my true friends -
calling it a simple school girl crush was like saying rolls royce was a vehicle with four wheels; something like a hay wagon. she didn`t giggle wildly and blush when she saw him, nor did she chalk his name on trees or write it on the walls of the kissing bridge. she simply lived with his face in her heart all of the time; a kind of sweet, hurtful ache. she would have DiED for him.