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me fantasy: caring, loving, would hug me and kiss me on the cheek, hold me, kiss me, stay by my side not always follow me around, love to see me, hug me after a long period of not seeing each other, give me things once in a while, not mind I’m childish, love me, play with me, love my friends, hang with me, call just to say hi for know reason, carry me, mostly everything I’ve ever imaged in other words a prince charming, with long hair I can play with, help me when I fall, not ask me for anything or about anything, funny a strange, just like me, creative, and crazy in other works my romantic as if he were Obsis from my storys
I'm very childish but i love it. No one seems to mide it much but i bet thay do. I sqick when someone picks me up in a hug and my friends say i'm doll like but i still think there the best. I"m no doll but i may look like it from my hight and size
I"m very skiny and short and i where what ever from girl the boy cloths mixed and
i don't care what people think of me I fallow my own path that i made not someone else for me.
and if i start to someone shot me 3nodding
sence i was little i've always wanted to be a princess to someone but i guess it's just a fantasy that will never come true for this little lady
falling love is something i promised my self i would never do agien but i guess even promises need to be broken a little
(I’ll keep adding more later)
 Panda_Art_Bunny · Sat Dec 16, 2006 @ 04:39am · 4 Comments |
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There is mo hope to live for, ther's nothing left
for you . . . nothing . . . left
i can stil hear the wind blowing . . .
as if whispers were promises betwwen lovers
repeats itself in my nightmares
the hundreds of thousands of screams ecoing threw the night as if speacking to there love,
now all tht remains of this heart
is to kill the blood of the one they loved.
it seems horribly worng
but it's the only way
it is how to love
for he also knew that killing was wrong
he slayed his best friend
of the blood of a loved one
it is always that first drop which kills you
and made him Immortal
"A choise" is such a dreadfl thing
Blood, is it only blood that makes us who we are
after i left
there were rumors ssaying that he died
but since then i was already dead
the truth
thetrue reason could only be that i fiered him
but the rumors died when he walked
by the death
he could not sleep
he is still having trouble sleeping
since then he's been true to his word
but every night he dose not sleep
for remembering the only friend he lived for
me
and yet he killed me
he has not forgotten me for i am here, his true and one stare
thow i am dead i still can see
so i still watch hi thow i am dead
Panda_Art_Bunny · Fri Dec 15, 2006 @ 01:35am · 2 Comments |
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i walk on snow in beer feet feeling the cold touch my sin
i feel nothing now no cold no wet, nothing
every feeling to the touch is gone unable to enter the feeling of my body
walking on the snow a white banket across a dead land where life will soon blossem into a feeling of wholeness
Panda_Art_Bunny · Fri Oct 06, 2006 @ 05:03am · 1 Comments |
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