My heart no longer bleeds for you, because my heart bleeded away. [entries|friends|calendar] Destiny Befalls me and you [ userinfo | livejournal userinfo ] [ calendar | livejournal calendar ]

[22 Mar 2005|02:40am] [ mood | NEW LJ ] [ music | paper heart ] I made a New Live Journal....Its Called silver__kiss 2 die for Love

[13 Mar 2005|10:39am] Oh what she'd give to hold him To feel his skin against hers Oh what she'd give to touch him To know what to have him is. His smile rains upon her, It dances around in her mind, His face comforts her day dreams, And His eyes leave flashing pictures in her head He knows not the measure of her feelings, Nor does he realize his own But she often wonders if they hold a future she longs for the chance to kiss him she longs for the chance to talk to him. He longs to meet her. She longs for his touch. She will never feel his skin, his lips against hers because of her fear. A fear of herself. A burden which she lives. By Audrey Nobles Lost in a subliminal state of mind Do not place your burden in my hands And think I will fix your wrong doings Do not expect me to mend what you broke Or put back together what you shattered It is not mine, this burden, but yours alone Try as you may, you will fail Because this burden you placed on my shoulders Is nothing but dead weight That will fall apart more if you let it It has no impact on me So don't even try to bring me down Do not put your scars to my skin Do not tell me what I do and do not feel Just because you cannot see them My wounds are here permanently Because of you Just take your burden and self pity And leave. You held my heart in youre hands, and you squeezed too hard. 1 die for Love

Broken girl [12 Mar 2005|10:41pm] [ mood | morose ] [ music | tainted love ~ Marlyn Manson ] Broken Girl... As I stood there, Paralized. Lifting up my left hand, and holding a tac in the other. I cried inside, but yet laughed. I reminded myslef why i did these sins to my skin. Im not like those perfect girls, who walk around school with grace. Im not beautiful like them. And as I walked to the bathroom to wash off my blood, I carved his name on my hand. Now his name in blood, would be one of my scars. As i took the cloth and stroked my arms, a coldness passed by me. So i put the water on to heat. Oh the sweet pain of my boiled hand. It gave me more to think of. Thinking of my misery, i looked in the mirror and saw a broken girl. Tamed by the people who teased her. 2 die for Love

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