

Blue Glass RoseLike a blue glass rose, Her heart was to me. So beautiful and fragile, So much care I put into it. But like I always do, I sliped and droped all I knew. All over before my eyes, Everything I had built up high. Now I sit here down and closed, Like a blue glass rose.Blue Glass Rose


My Own ThoughtsAll the time I try and put things together To try and understand people, But no matter how much I try I can never get it to equal. The more I listen to what they say The more I think I know, But again and again I find out That it is still not a go. I start thinking along the same lines And this can be a good thing, But it scares me when I get to far As I dont know who I am being. Is it me Is it someone else, Either way its the person I dont want to be.My Own Thoughts


WorryingWorrying is something I always do, Whether I like it or not It is always true. Worrying about Many a thing, From friends to school To dieing and living. It is not always A bad thing though, For it can help me Help me find out what is true. And for that I like it For all its worth, I would rather worry Than be blind to the truth.Worrying
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Laughing Quietly Behind Your Back
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