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I hope you know how much you mean to me. I can't bear the thought of you thinking, for even a second, that I don't care about you.
She held me close that night, and for the first time in months, I cried. I cried for everything that I had lost. I cried for everything that I had forgotten. I cried for the girl I had left behind... the girl I could barely remember.
I headed for the train station, and I didn't look back. It was time to let go of my tortured past and begin a bright, new future. But to do that, I knew I had to leave. So I headed for the train station, and I never looked back.
I won't attend your funeral.
I don't want to see how many people are crying over you.
The people who are allowed to cry.
I don't want to stand there and pretend I don't care.
Pretend you were nothing to me.
Just because they didn't know about us,
Doesn't make us any less real.
It just makes my pain worse
Knowing that I'm not allowed to miss you.
We talk ourselves into a corner
While we're running 'round in circles
Darling, we never say exactly what we mean
It's always the same old game
The same tired old game
Can't you say what you really think,
Just this once?
Get yourself out of that corner
And speak your mind!
Forgetting you is impossible. I will never forget you. You'll stay with me always, whether I like it or not. You're like a shadow, forever following me.
Her skirt was plaid, simple. Her school bag was slung over her shoulder casually. Her hair was done up in a messy ponytail. Everything about her screamed normal... everything except her eyes. They were black, like midnight. They screamed mystery and darkness. But this didn't chase me away - no, just the opoosite. I desperately wanted to find out more.
He pulled up in his shiny black limo, and my heart started beating faster. As he climbed out, the screaming started.
WE LOVE YOU, JOHNNY!! MARRY ME!! CAP'N JACK, OVER HERE!! CAN I GET AN AUTOGRAPH?!
(Yeah, I just watched the new Pirates movie...)
Secret notes
Secret letters
Hidden away
In my backpack
For my eyes only
So KEEP OUT.
My secrets are hidden
In my backpack
And this poem is complete crap. :)
Tell me this, answer my question
Will someone hear my plea?
What exactly...
is a montage?
Would someone be so kind
As to tell me?