I want to be a happy person.
I want some one to smile because they saw my face or heard my name.
I want to make some one else happy.
I want a chocolate fountain.
I want the love to go around and come around.
I want joy.
I want to bring joy.
I want my green beans.
I want to be beautiful.
I want you to think i'm beautiful.
I want to be a happy person.
I want to run away to Ireland.
I want to be surrounded by the green.
I want us to be happy and forget about all the pain.
I want to listen to Damien Rice.
I want to drown in his voice.
I want to fly away.
I want to be a happy person.
Goodnight.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Out Of It.
Took my little sister to her school today at like 5:30 to "decorate cookies".
So much fun...me, a bunch of parents, and a bunch of kids.
Sitting there, listening to my music, just watching.
Little girl on her wheelies or heelies slides by, in her high school musical t-shirt.
A mom snaps her fingers continually at her child. She's not an animal lady!
I sit there eating my decorated cookie.
Totally out of it.
No one here know's me.And I don't know anyone.
People stare at me.Is there something wrong with me?
No one wants me here.
I drink hot cider, it's not very good.
It's raining outside.
And they are playing a sad excuse for Christmas music.
Little kids running everywhere, yelling loudly.
As i just sit.
I was kind of cold.
Wanted to come home and talk to you.
Just sat there...alone.
Goodnight.
So much fun...me, a bunch of parents, and a bunch of kids.
Sitting there, listening to my music, just watching.
Little girl on her wheelies or heelies slides by, in her high school musical t-shirt.
A mom snaps her fingers continually at her child. She's not an animal lady!
I sit there eating my decorated cookie.
Totally out of it.
No one here know's me.And I don't know anyone.
People stare at me.Is there something wrong with me?
No one wants me here.
I drink hot cider, it's not very good.
It's raining outside.
And they are playing a sad excuse for Christmas music.
Little kids running everywhere, yelling loudly.
As i just sit.
I was kind of cold.
Wanted to come home and talk to you.
Just sat there...alone.
Goodnight.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Too much to ask?
I just want a simple life.
Thats it.
Nothing more.Nothing less.
A simple life without the drama.
The hate.
The pain.
Juts love.
My love.
Simple.
Simply beautiful.
Just a smile.
A kiss.
A happy soul.
Wonderfully simple.
Thats it.
Nothing more.Nothing less.
A simple life without the drama.
The hate.
The pain.
Juts love.
My love.
Simple.
Simply beautiful.
Just a smile.
A kiss.
A happy soul.
Wonderfully simple.
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