I am 15...I make mistakes. I am a hopeless romantic at heart. I am to trusting, and always will be. I am the one my friends run to when their upset. I don't believe in secrets. If you don't accept my past, you don't deserve a place in my future. I am always told how I am to old for my young years. Writing is my escape, from a broken family. But no I am not upset over it...always take hard times as a way to become stronger, no a time to give give in.
Love Always.
the other one
who am I to refer to another being with such a name
yet because of one man's mistake
it is that very name I put upon the one I love
...
in the shadows of my heart
where no one else has gone
take my hand
hold me close
...
and with your last breath
call out
to those who cannot hear
with your last smile
...
it is with broken wings
that I fly to you
the wings that you crushed
scared I could reach your heart
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Thinking about you...
I can't even sleep at night
your love is the only thing that makes dreaming right
with out you,
...