to hold you tight to feel you smooth back my hair and look straight through my eyes and into my heart..
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When we talk and laugh and flirt i forget..suddenly your mine and i dont haveto share you with anyone…but thenreality sets in and i realize i’m not number one in your life…not even a close second.
I Hate You.
I hate you for making me fall in love and even when you disappoint me the most you make me the happiest next. I hate you for never shutting me out of your future even when i wasn’t sure if you were in mine. I hate you for promising me infinity and not forever. I hate you for opening up my heart to love something i thought i knew,but clearly didn’t.
I Love you.
..between school,dance, and homework i have no time for anything else…I feel as though my dreamms goals and aspirations i aquired my freshman year are slipping away…i’m not as advanced in my dancing as i would like to be so i feel so lost… :/ idk..but practice makes perfect right (: … From now on you’ll find me at the Houston Met. Every saturday taking a jazz and every monday or thursday taking a modern class (: I’m going to be optimistic on this one and allow my hopes and dreams to flourish and become reality.
But Damn these tears feel so good..God it feels so good to finally feel something.
Mentally, physically, and emotionally. I feel alone in a crowded room. I find myself starting to reflect on mistakes i’ve made, and i’ve never believed in mistakes only lessons to be learned from. Maybe i’m mistaken, but apart of my soul feels empty and numb.
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The more I look into the future the more i can’t wait for it to get here. I think about my immaculant home, my two beautiful children, and my wonderful husband. Then it all comes to an end when i realize I’ll probably never achieve any of that. I’ll only end up alone.
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The crazy thing isn’t my lack of sanity ,but the prescence of my sanity…crazy ain’t it.
I only give one chance if your lucky and don’t screw up to bad maybe two, but that’s it no more. But your different i’ve been down this road with you at least ten times before and never once have i gotten what i deserve.
…The title
….yours.
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