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I'll be the question . If you be the answer.Then if you dont know who i am just feel free to ask. But if you do, then Facebook me :D And tell me how Awesomly great Skittles are because i love them :D I Am a girl thats trying to figure herself out Then ,hope for one day to write something amazing. Wants to make a difference in something one day. Absolutely loves to shop & sleep :D

What an adventure she is

She is kind, every word that comes out of her mouth is like a symphony of quiet but loud music. Trying to explain the feelings that are so deep in her heart there is absolutly no way to get it out with a rope. Ropes may be long, but they cant handle whats truly inside her. People try to guess how its like.Except they honestly have no idea. They can try, and try, and try, but wont know unless they ask. Though even if they ask her, she wont tell. They think it would be easyier to ask, but there wrong, its way harder to ask then figuring it out. Have fun, but don't hurt your self.

Love is

1 Corinthians 13:4-8 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not nvy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no recored of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perserveres. 8 Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Dont Hurt Me Without Telling Me How Your Doing It


My Best Non friend

You make me have pain like no other, you sit right between my belly button and my lower tummy like as if it were a jungle gym that’s about to fall.
You swoop through my body once a month for about four to five days, coming with a gift that’s changes me. Makes me more like an evil monster than my self. You turn me into a person that is sensitive to the littlest things. All because of you last night I cried because I got a text with a slash face. I sat there feeling alone and upset at nothing but myself.
I just wish that you would of never been born or where just a figure of my imagination. And when I try to tell people of whom you are they think I'm crazy. Overreacting and making you up.
The title you go by is Mother natures monthly gift, but the name I call you is mother Margaret. Therefore I’m not making you up. Just your name.

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