I know all about your lies, the stories you spin around me and probably 10 other girls. But you still have me wrapped around your pretty finger, making me behave like a giggly girl with your honeyed words, your charm and your beautiful face.

Your heady scent still lingers on my skin, and my lips are red and tender. For the sake of my sanity, I hope I won't fall for you if we are not meant to be more than what we are now.

It is almost impossible to have a rational argument with the Boy because most of the time, the things he says are childish and sarcastic barbs. and yet he calls me a stupid, infatuated teenage girl.

31st Dec 2002 was spent with a broken heart, and 31st Dec 2003 will not be any different. This year I was courted and cared, deceived and devastated. My heart was broken twice and I broke 2 hearts, so I guess that is fair ( Read more... )

Sickening isn't it, when you don't want anything to do with guys, you have more than one in your life ( Read more... )

You were down on your knees with a stalk of rose in your hand, apologizing and telling me how much you love me. I couldn't stop the tears because I knew in a few seconds what I say to you will break your heart ( Read more... )

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