Weekly Poem
I had him for so long
but I missed the chance
his hands were so close to mine
his breath on mine
and then his lips on mine
then...the next day
his hands were in someone eles
his breath on someone eles
his lips...
on someone eles
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Birthday: 02/19
Girls are like apples on tree's. The best ones are at the top of the tree. The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who's brave enough to Climb all the way to the top of the tree.
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Eleven people were clinging precariously to a wildly
swinging rope suspended from a crumbling outcropping on
Mount Everest. Ten were blonde, one was a brunette.
As a group they decided that one of the party should let go.
If that didn't happen the rope would break and everyone
would perish. For an agonizing few moments no one volunteered.
Finally the brunette gave a truly touching speech saying she
would sacrifice herself to save the lives of the others.
The blondes applauded.
Just Think.
What If...
Every day was treated like a new beginning?
Where grudges, bitterness, unforgiveness, and worries died the moment your head hit the pillow. And at the time you had awaken to a new morning your mind would be renewed, not lacking knowledge or wisdom from the past, but building on what has been made from prior situations and circumstances.
Each person you'd come into contact with you'd treat like it had been the first time you'd met them and your first impression persona was at the top of it's game. Being kind, loving, unconditional in terms of your friendship in how things are done to show thanks. What if, we did things without having presumptuous intentions of wanting to be thanked for what we had done.
What if, we shared our gifts just out of love and never had the expectations of wanting to be loved in return, because we had the reassurance of knowing we're already loved regardless of what we do.
What if, our confidence was placed in something bigger then ourselves so that our dreams weren't limited to our own fears and insecurities.
What if, believing was reality?
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hit me up if ya need some money!
well i didnt mishear or whatever
and your words dont offend me
so whatever ill leave you alon then since you think you need to get mad about something o.O
bye biggrin nice talking to you
i didnt say that maybe you should read it over again cuz i didnt state it that way
just whateveer
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