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Just Because Life is Loving you Loving you is my life If I can't Love you then I don't want to Life. Because 1 and 1 make 1 Heart Then I don't want to be right Because If roses are red and violets are blue Then you know Dam well that I love you Because Just Because By Nameless Friend 2000 AT FIRST I'M NOT SO SURE I LISTENED TO WHAT YOU HAD TO SAY I HEARD YOU AND I LIKED IT SMILED AND WENT ON MY WAY BUT WITH EACH PASSING DAY WE GROW CLOSER AS WE SPEAK AND I REALIZE WHAT YOU SAY IS TRUE INTO YOUR HEART YOU SEARCH SO DEEP I USED TO TELL MYSELF AGAIN AND AGAIN "HE'S JUST TELLING ME WHAT I WANT TO HEAR" TRYING SO HARD TO DENY TO MYSELF THE WAY YOU MADE ME FEEL THERE WAS NEVER A WAY TO HIDE IT THOUGH IT'S WRITTEN ALL OVER MY FACE MY BODY TREMBLES WHEN YOU ARE AROUND MY HEART BEGINS TO RACE YOU TOO HAVE BROUGHT BACK FEELINGS I THOUGHT WERE LOCKED UP TIGHT MY HEART EXPLODES WITH HAPPINESS WHEN IN YOUR ARMS~~IT FEELS SO RIGHT I DID NOT KNOW WHAT TO THINK OF IT ALL UNTIL I READ YOUR HEART PLEASE HEAR ME WHEN I SAY TO YOU NOW I PRAY TO GOD WE NEVER PART By TINA XOXOX April 2000 
WHAT IS IT ABOUT YOU THAT MAKES ME SIT HERE AND CRY? HOW DID I EVER GET TO THIS POINT OF NEVER WANTING TO SAY GOOD-BYE? WHAT IS IT THAT YOU DID TO ME? WAS IT SOMETHING THAT YOU SAID? WHY CAN'T I GET THESE THOUGHTS AND VISIONS OF YOU OUT OF MY HEAD? IS IT THOSE LITTLE WINKS FROM YOU TO ME I SEE FROM TIME TO TIME? IS IT THE KISSES THAT YOU BLOW TO ME THAT ARE NOBODY'S BUT MINE? IS IT YOUR VOICE THAT I LOVE SO MUCH WHEN YOU ARE SINGING FROM THE HEART? WHAT IS IT THAT MAKES ME THINK OF YOU EVERY SECOND THAT WE SPEND APART? IS IT THE WAY YOU LISTEN TO ME WHEN NO ONE ELSE SEEMS TO CARE? CAN IT BE BECAUSE YOU SMELL SO GOOD OR THE WAY YOU COMB YOUR HAIR? ARE YOUR HUGS JUST THAT SPECIAL? OR IS IT YOUR PASSION THAT I LOVE SO? WHY WITH EACH PASSING DAY DOES MY LOVE CONTINUE TO GROW? CAN IT BE THAT WE HAVE SHARED A SONG OUT ON THE DANCE FLOOR? IS IT THE FEEL OF YOUR ARM AROUND ME WHEN YOU WALK ME TO THE DOOR? MAYBE IT'S JUST A PHYSICAL THING YOU WALKING AROUND LOOKING SO FINE IS THAT WHAT MAKES MY HEART BEGIN TO RACE AND MAKE ME WISH THAT YOU WERE MINE? IS IT THE TIME WE'VE SHARED TOGETHER AND THE FACT THAT NOBODY KNOWS? IS IT THE WAY THAT OUR FINGERS INTERLOCK OR THE KINDNESS AND LOVE THAT YOU SHOW? IS IT THE WAY YOU LOOK INTO MY EYES OR THE WAY YOU WHISPER INTO MY EAR? THE POEMS THAT YOU TOOK THE TIME TO WRITE THINGS YOU DO FOR ONLY ME TO SEE AND HEAR? WHEN DID I START TO FEEL THIS WAY? WHAT BROUGHT ME TO THIS HOUR? WHY DOES THE SIMPLEST TOUCH OF YOUR HAND HOLD SO MUCH DAMN POWER? WHATEVER THE REASON MAY BE THAT I SIT HERE SAD AND HURTING SO THE FACT STILL REMAINS THE SAME THAT IT'S HARD FOR ME TO LET YOU GO ALL I WANT FOR YOU IS HAPPINESS SO I WILL WIPE THE TEARS FROM MY EYES THE TIME HAS COME TO DISTANCE OURSELVES THOUGH MY SELFISH HEART TELLS ME OTHERWISE By Tina XOXOX Dec. 4, 2000 
If one day you feel like crying call me. I don't promise to make you laugh but I can cry with you. If one day you want to run away don't be afraid to call me. I don't promise to ask you to stop, but I can run with you. If one day you don't want to listen to anybody; call me And I promise to be very quiet. But if one day you call and there is no answer... Come fast to see me perhaps I may be needing you. By BaByPiNaYLuV4u 
When I look in the mirror at the person I see, sometimes I wonder She puts on a smile before facing the day, though her heart may feel heavy she pushes her cares out of the way. In her eyes there's a sparkle on her brow not a frown, and when she's ready to go she's up, never down. There's no sign of trouble on the mask that she wears, if I didn't know her I'd think she hadn't a care. But under the mask there's lost dreams and some pain, and a deep well of strength that fills again and again. Most never look deeper than the mask that she wears, what they see on the surface is all that they care. But oh what they're missing by not lifting the mask, the surface is never the place one should bask. The core of a person is what you must know, if you look deep inside the real self will show. The privilege of knowing a person that deep, is truly a treasure filled with memories to keep. Most people know heartache and have a story to tell, but they're wearing a mask to cover their hell. Adversity met and risen above, fills a person with depth and teaches great love. So don't take for granted just what you see, Look under the mask, that's where the real person will be. An Original Writing By Jackie [email protected] Save me from this Dark desire Save me from this dark fighter Why so impure Who so much hatred Save me from the desire of my inner fire Hatred in my soul Satan lurks with his demonic foe Feel the evil within you and just make it come out And show Can you feel it You know you cant kill it Its so dark No light just possession Dark heart no life Life is nothing but 1 dark demonic lie My blood is black My eyes are soulless My heart cannot feel This is what my dark desire is telling me But it will not heal March 20, 2006 - Timmy Why Send Jokes? Sometimes, we wonder why friends send jokes to us without writing a word. Maybe this could explain: When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do -- you forward jokes. When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact, you forward jokes. When you have something to say, but don't know what, and don't know how, you forward jokes. To let you know that: you are still remembered, you are still important, you are still loved, you are still cared for, you are still wanted, guess what you get? A forwarded joke from me. So dear friend, next time if you get a joke, don't think that I have sent you just a joke, but that I have thought of you today and wanted to send you a smile. |