I'm counting the times
I've picked up the phone.
Then changed my mind, thinking,
He's probably not at home.
I'm counting the times
We got to meet.
But that hasn't been a picture
That's been made complete.
I'm counting the times
I've wanted to send a nice note.
But then I remember the words
In that letter he wrote.
I'm counting the times
We said how we feel.
But it's only a feeling;
It's not something made real.
COPYRIGHT 2006 BY DAWN COLCLASURE














Comments
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:butterflytwo: Sweetest Downfall :butterflytwo:
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klaha thinks he's a ghost...
prints
peace in AMEHIKAAAH!
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Slit my throat and end my beginning,
Destroy my soul and kill me slowly...
I would rather be tortured a million times over...
Then have her taken away...
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change is good, you go first.
Light travels faster than sound, which is why a person can appear bright, until they open their mouth.
hating me won't make you pretty.
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_-TheOneAndOnly-_
~ErikaYvonne~
"Everything has beauty, just not everyone sees it"- Confucious
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Pick your poison:
[link] or [link]
Don't talk shit unless you're prepared to eat it.
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Pick your poison:
[link] or [link]
Don't talk shit unless you're prepared to eat it.
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Pick your poison:
[link] or [link]
Don't talk shit unless you're prepared to eat it.
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Pick your poison:
[link] or [link]
Don't talk shit unless you're prepared to eat it.
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