Why do I always take the fall, i'd rather have u hurtin me, then not havin u at all ♥
^^ haha that quote is true for me
omg i havent updated this in forrevverrrr ahhh
ok let me start with what i remember
FrIdAy-
*horrible day
*movie
*really depressed
*layed in bed eating doritos...
SaTuRdAy-
*taco bell
*shoppp
*shower
*MoViEz with troy and francesca
*..francesca fell asleep hahaha
*coffeee
*home
*sleep..at 3 in the morning
SuNdAy-
clean..clean..AND CLEAN!
ToDay
*athletics...an hour and 40 min..gahhh
*2nd period- ate 3 candy canes, 6 chocolate bars..yahhh
*lunch*...more food
*band*-..played
*3rd*-test..aced it
*5th*-test..idk
*after skool*
home
computer
think
computer
out to eat
ipod
limewire
yah yah
poem i wrote:
She runs her proceleain fingers
across the piano keys.
Creating dust
yet, still a masterpiece.
Her cocktail skirt
flows with her bodys movement
as she heads to the ballroom floor.
The chandilor gives dull light
in this musky saloon.
Butt to her,
shes the star of a crowded room.
She's holding her martini glass
spreading her arms
and dances.
Dances to a piano player
while a bartender makes drinks at the bar.
She starts humming to the song
her eyes still closed.
Her heels clicking
while her body moves.
Then she opens her eyes
to this now musky saloon.
Her eyes swollen with tears
Theres no attraction in bleeding mascara.
She heads back over to the piano.
Her heart plays but her fingers dont move.
Only her heart knows the tune
to that life she used to play...
dont ask what posessed me to write this lol
omg i havent updated this in forrevverrrr ahhh
ok let me start with what i remember
FrIdAy-
*horrible day
*movie
*really depressed
*layed in bed eating doritos...
SaTuRdAy-
*taco bell
*shoppp
*shower
*MoViEz with troy and francesca
*..francesca fell asleep hahaha
*coffeee
*home
*sleep..at 3 in the morning
SuNdAy-
clean..clean..AND CLEAN!
ToDay
*athletics...an hour and 40 min..gahhh
*2nd period- ate 3 candy canes, 6 chocolate bars..yahhh
*lunch*...more food
*band*-..played
*3rd*-test..aced it
*5th*-test..idk
*after skool*
home
computer
think
computer
out to eat
ipod
limewire
yah yah
poem i wrote:
She runs her proceleain fingers
across the piano keys.
Creating dust
yet, still a masterpiece.
Her cocktail skirt
flows with her bodys movement
as she heads to the ballroom floor.
The chandilor gives dull light
in this musky saloon.
Butt to her,
shes the star of a crowded room.
She's holding her martini glass
spreading her arms
and dances.
Dances to a piano player
while a bartender makes drinks at the bar.
She starts humming to the song
her eyes still closed.
Her heels clicking
while her body moves.
Then she opens her eyes
to this now musky saloon.
Her eyes swollen with tears
Theres no attraction in bleeding mascara.
She heads back over to the piano.
Her heart plays but her fingers dont move.
Only her heart knows the tune
to that life she used to play...
dont ask what posessed me to write this lol