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Username: | Jane Doe | |
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Member Since: | Fri Jun 5 12:28:56 2009 | |
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you used to sparkle, what happened? |
I know only one ... Mine. |
here's to us Joel |
a mother to her daughter |
when too much is not ... |
Even love unreturned has its rainbow.” JMBarrie |
The definition of Late |
this was compared to a favorite poem from ... |
this is what happens on a long lazy weekend ... i talk nonsense, i try poetry, and miss you. |
sorry ain't glue, glue up to no good :) |
that doesn't mean a thing! |
...our love's tragedy. |
4:6 |
promises made and broken |
forgotten |
the joy of praying for others |
... when a writer struggles for words ... |
i was looking for rain, then i found this. |
You never really stop loving someone. You just (try to) learn to live without them. |
me in major major relapse |
love, long for him, I still. |
remembering our fantasies... we'll probably ne'er get to live to see and (do) |
when you think youll never be over it, remember you once thought it would last forever :) |
... Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead |
... please explain this to me like a 2 year old |
love dies |
...as a matter of fact ... |
... and find no calm. |
... can't dream this alone. |
from West Texas Pagan Times |
dead even |
(I'm not even Catholic ...) |
The worst thing about being lied to then dumped? Knowing you weren't good enough for the truth, and even a little love. |
oh honey ... i just love how loved me ... that was really wonderful |
the ride with you was rough but I was really in love you, that made it wonderful ... |
... a street sweeper's futile search |
Too much distance, the lack of communication, faith as much as love, too little. |
here i go again |
uhhhhm, hon .... hey |
Let's talk ,,, |
... hold your place |
We make choices and we live with the consequences. If someone gets hurt along the way, we ask for forgiveness. It’s the best anyone can do.” ~Pushing Daisies |
that thin line between ♥ and hate |
the hidden truth many of us refuse to accept |
"I've been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see Painted faces fill the places I can't reach ..." |
...and best wishes, too |
An Excerpt (the 1st 22 lines is the heartbreaker) |
...doesn't mean you stop dreaming |
... mirroring ... |
fuck the Pen! |
God's will |
(but piXie dusts are not for real.) |
not like the movies |
"She calls me baby but ..." |
a taste of second chances and sweet possibilities |
To Bok Wenggay |
... someone's gotta go ... |
thoughts of you |
wrong, you are always wrong. |
jusz talking to myself |
As a matter of fact ... |
40th |
LOVE THE ONE YOU'RE WITH. |
colder ... coldest |
your stalking love |
baby talk |
love lost |
What now? |
What for? |
silverstein brings back memories ... |
winter ... always winter |
it doesn't exist. it never happens. let's play the game the way they all do. |
no sweat! |
... show me the way ... |
these are the next lines after "I am an Old Soul ahead of My time. … and this is My gYpsy life. |
Good grief ... the mangoes :( |
the stuff we love and hate 'bout luv |
Being used to trouble, I anticipate it. But all the same I hate it, wouldn't you? |
are you gonna stay ... or are you goin' back ... someone's gonna ... |
...immune to gloom this masochistic fool. |
two of my faves (only the title is mine :) ... sadly I can't post in Friendster :( ... some tech glitch arrggghhh |
...sometimes ... i thought ... you misz me too ... somehow. |
... that was really nice of you. |
a second with you |
...those dreams that won't go away |
modern day kamasutra :) ...what's with me tiz long weekend ... is this another pyreXia attack or must be my Moon again |
... from DJ Bei ... love lets go ... |
a bump to lilla's BreakEven |
... a box of a Happy Horse ... and a river of tears. |
cheers to the laughing stallion! |
... how could you forget? |
... so did you find the butterfly? |
Thank you, Cory! |
... Baby ... |
ooopppsss |
...another waste of everything I dreamed of. |
strange ... strangers |
Back to U |
God’s most significant invention. God’s gift to humanity (even when we were too undeserving). Why then do we fear it, shamed of it, waste it? If God has spoken it … why couldn’t we? |
...tattoed in my heart. |
Don't you get it. |