Not A Stich

Not A Stich
I love the way the rain smells
& I love Falling asleep in your arms
without a stich between our bodies
The warthm i once felt thow is no longer there
Everytime I lift your head you eyes fall to the floor
& I want to fall asleep in your arms again
without a stich between our bodies
But just as soon as the though appears
It's gone again & i'm left to wonder
where Did that Beauty we once had go
Why did the words we say have no meaning & just let go
The meaning fall down, cold & lifeless left alone
So as the stiches hug my bodie & I slip on my pink ballet flats
I can't help but remeber what it was like
without a stich between our bodies late at night
# Posted on Sunday, 15 April 2007 at 3:20 PM
Edited on Sunday, 15 April 2007 at 3:37 PM

Marie-Penguin-Josee

Marie-Penguin-Josee
OH EM GEE

marie jtm tellement!
J'ai tellement riz avec toi depuis la 6!
Je mennui foul de toi, je serais po capable de vivre sans toi!!
Le gros penguin au Biodome que tu voulais achetez, pis te tellement chialer a ta mere
Que a nous a acheter des ptit penguins
Je l'ai encore!!
Tout les chicanne que on a eu j'ai oublie tout
sauf la fois que t'ai venu chez moi pis on a pogner une grosse chicanne en criss!!
Pis ste matin lo te dans mon sous-sol pis tu cris n'import quoi
tu geule FUCKING CHICKEN pis tu commence a cramper! lol

Les temps que on a eu des Fist fight pis on a tellemt riz!!
marie sans toi je serais po capable de vivre
pis je sais que je suis po toujours la quand tu as besoin de moi
Mais je veux etre lo pis tu le c'est!!
marie jtm tellement c meme po drole!!
I FUCKING LOVE YOU PENGUIN GIRL!!!!!

[sorry about autograph faute lol]
# Posted on Monday, 09 April 2007 at 5:54 PM

Braceletes aren't just fashion

Braceletes aren't just fashion
Behind Every bead
Behind every securly tied knot
You'll find scars
Behind these scarsc are stories
Ones I do not wish to tell
Just leave it at this
The Things people do
The things people say
I may not let it show thru
These things affect me just like you
Sometimes I broke down & cried
Sometimes I still do
But I ask you
What good comes from crying?
What good comes from cutting?
From screaming, from fighthing
stand up for yourself
Even if it means stading alone
Realizing this, it changed my life
I owe much of this to you
Thank you for saving my life.
# Posted on Sunday, 08 April 2007 at 9:10 PM