A Tidal WaveThe glass is about fullA Tidal Wave
it's ready to spill I was a fool for him it was just a thrill He was the wolf
and I was the lamb Only one problem he didn't get any My heart is torn to shreds Now my white coat is spotted with red
CheaterI kiss you I know it's wrong we continue I know it hurts her I continue anyway I'm falling apart I'm hurting her why do I care? I've got youCheater
I feel sick your going home to her leaving me behind to wait till next time I can't do this anymore I see her crying just saying --- lie to me lie to me lie to me lie to me she doesn't want to believe ...your cheating.
Butterflies DiedButterflies diedButterflies Died
Butterflies I get them everytime Everytime you walk by Everytime I see you Butterflies I get them everytime Everytime you touch me Can't you see I like you? Butterflies I still get them now Even after you left Even after rejection Butterflies I get them with each glance Each glance you spare me Do I still have a shot at redemption? Butterflies.. I can't feel them anymore Not even when I look at you They've been replaced by numbness Butterflies... They've left me again I know you're getting
elizabeth in redstupid sunglasses she takes every excuse to wear, constant to-ing and fro-ing between rights and wrongs and go aways. she explores. her city the depths of everything she knows, friends, artists, the things she wants to desperately do, her morals. they may never be the same. and does anyone know her other side, the side she wishes to know. the partier, the prettier, the popular the long long blonde hair and perfect smile and happy heart. if only it took a new colour to change. our Elizabeth in red.elizabeth in red
stranger in the parki never forgot the face of the stranger in the park holding a girl who just didn't match. the stages squealing by the trees and he didn't even smile let alone dance. a thousand+ pretty peoplestranger in the park
and a short frowning something wearing a black bin-liner tugging his arms around her scowling at the too-loud mini-moshers. but he still looked around. at me, i noticed. his chestnut eyes darting behind. did he even realise the blackout? and i'll never know him or a chance of saying hey. memory picture, i flick back i wonder if maybe i loved him,
Getting Over Himdoes not mean forgetting him... or stopping from loving him.Getting Over Him
It simply means getting back to the basics no more 3-hour phone calls every night no more 500 sms a day no more weekly dates no more monthsaries no more future plans...
Just being by myself again without him...without him...
OMG! *faint*
Awestruck
So thank you ever sooo much for everyone who has faved the poem, my friend and I wrote! ^_^ 
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