11:57pm: She was laying quietly in her bed on Sunday evening when she heard a noise outside her window. “It’s just the wind.” she said to her self as she fell asleep. 12:05pm: BANG!!!! She shot up out of her bed scared out of her mind. As she turned on her lamp,her hands trembled, and
Why am I like this, Love is why. Love is idiotic, Love is stumbling, fumbling, bumbling, idiocrocy. So I must look so stupid because I’m in love with you
I am creative and crazy. I wonder of reincarnation. I hear others thoughts. I see the dead. I want to be on ghost adventures. I am creative and crazy. I pretend that I am normal. I feel like an outcast. I touch the path of cold, clammy death. I worry of it sometimes. I cry
I used to hate the way I live my life, But now I love to see it through. I always thought I would die with a knife, But I’d never do any thing to rue. I once thought to measure life in year, But now I know its how you live toughs years. If I
Duck, Fluffy, Small Waddling, Quacking, Loving Feathers, Lakes, Swamps, Mud Hopping, Diving, Swimming Slimy, Hideous Frog
Beaches I, Can’t stop going. Don’t stop swimming. Everyone is there, Firemen, police, lifeguards, Grandmas, grandpas, and many more
To you my love, I have missed you, Throughout the dreary nights. but now as I rise to the mornings sun, I will soon see you and my nightmare will be done. When i see you my heart stops in an instantaneous beat. your eyes as though oceans, Your hair as though the finest silk.