Monday, October 4, 2010
The Perfect Friend by Shannen Wrass
Today I found a friend
who knew everything I felt.
She knew my weakness
and the problems I've been dealt.
She understood my wonders
and listened to my dreams,
She listened to how I felt about life and love
and knew what it all means.
Not once did she interrupt me
or tell me I was wrong
She understood what I was going through
and promised she'd stay long.
I reached out to this friend,
to show her that I care
to pull her close and let her know
how much I need her there.
I went to hold her hand
to pull her a bit nearer
and I realized this perfect friend I found
was nothing but a mirror.
who knew everything I felt.
She knew my weakness
and the problems I've been dealt.
She understood my wonders
and listened to my dreams,
She listened to how I felt about life and love
and knew what it all means.
Not once did she interrupt me
or tell me I was wrong
She understood what I was going through
and promised she'd stay long.
I reached out to this friend,
to show her that I care
to pull her close and let her know
how much I need her there.
I went to hold her hand
to pull her a bit nearer
and I realized this perfect friend I found
was nothing but a mirror.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Life is like driving. Sometimes there's traffic and you just feel like banging everyone's car. Sometimes, you drive pretty slow enjoying the view and the wind. Sometimes you race with your friends or strangers. Sometimes you race for that green light and you messed up and then there's life or death. Sometimes you're too drunk to drive and your friend drives yours and it felt different. Sometimes you are just a passenger but it felt different even if it's exactly like your own car.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
The hard part.
The hard part is that, I still feel stronger about it.
The hard part is that, I love you too much.
The hard part is that, I'm no good
at all.
The hard part is that, I love you too much.
The hard part is that, I'm no good
at all.
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