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♥ brenda


Hello, my name is Brenda by birth. I really like dressin up. I love books and photography. I hate lizards, insects, things that slime or crawl.Neither do i like gore or violent films.

AM WATCHING MY LIFE FROM FIFTY FEET.

And nope, im not delusional.
not yet

screams



Tuesday, March 10, 2009

there are some things you just don't question
and some words that you dont say.
people that you dont bother
when you say you wouldnt care
somethings are better left the way it is
never to be found, unrecorded sins
im betting on desire
im betting on deceit
im looking back on moment when everthing is sweet
having bet on indifference
having bet on my belief
having bet on the beauty, when all is complete
once mr king, i loved you as a kid
kissed your face before i slept
be in my head when i sleep
but now all that lingers,is the scent of the boy
that i never would get, despite how hard i try
my mouth will not speak.
for im all weary and weak
and so i asked in every line
that i might learn of your designs
if you think its unfair,just let me know
write it down ,and then go.
make your way out of my world
take the plunge and the twirls
give the stars the very sign
put it in the bottle,let the thoughts die
tell everyone you were never mine
with all the memories left behind
bring with you all desires and lust
your were nothing but the past
ive been scarred but i aint bitter
when you made your grand departure
go on for your perfect life
with flaws you smeared with lies
a hundred thousand days to go
the million stories left untold
looking for the person lost inside
so very hard and i still cant find
then an angel said to me,
walk away, not otherwise
somethings are better left the way it is
with unknown feelings and a twist
better buried six feet under
never to be heard and never whispered


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the final straw