teenagers that listen to KATG

[lissabunnie]

Originally Posted by Rock 'n' Rye

Just sitting around talkin' to ma' Peach its 2:00AM here so its really quite.

Poem written by meee

Dear Darling,
I remember the times when we were young.
And everything was so easy.
A simple look, a kind word. It could say everything.
And this year everything is changing.
And everything is new.
It disrupts my balance, disrupts me peace.
And as this wave of change hits me like a tsunami,
I'll reach out to you.
But you're lost in your own changes.
And I hope that no matter how far we drift back,
This lifeline, our love, will bring you back.
Because I've never met anyone like you
And I know that sounds cliche
But sometimes cliches best describe my heart
Our love is cliche;
And I don't ever want to lose it.


it's very girlie.

[lissabunnie]

Originally Posted by sugaNspice

cool how are u lissa?

nothingggg.
just rereading my old written works of incredible girliness

[Rock 'n' Rye]

Sounds like a Sleepy Jackson song. It's good.

[sugaNspice]

I like ur poem. There's nothing wrong with Girlyness.

[Rock 'n' Rye]

Yeah without girlyness the world would be a Sausagefest.

[lissabunnie]

Originally Posted by Rock 'n' Rye

Yeah without girlyness the world would be a Sausagefest.

Kimmie: hell yeaaz HAHAHAHA

Thank you for liking my poem. I have another paragraphs. Wanna sees it?

[lissabunnie]

Originally Posted by sugaNspice

I like ur poem. There's nothing wrong with Girlyness.

Sometimes girliness gets overloaded and it makes me feel icky

[Rock 'n' Rye]

Originally Posted by lissabunnie

Kimmie: hell yeaaz HAHAHAHA

Thank you for liking my poem. I have another paragraphs. Wanna sees it?

Yeah.

[lissabunnie]

Originally Posted by Rock 'n' Rye

Yeah.

Darkness steals the day, enveloping me in cooling friendliness. I close my eyes and wait.
Not too long later, I feel you fall into bed with me. Fingers run up and down my arms; I can barely feel it. Your breath caressing my neck like a summer day. Your lips touch my shoulder softer than a butterfly's wings. Excitement flows through my veins and pools in my fingertips. I am alive. My breathing goes up a notch, your breath quickens against my neck. I open my eyes.
Your breath stops. The room gets cold. I turn to look, and you are not there. You never were.
My ghost of a lover; almost, but not quite.

[sugaNspice]

Originally Posted by lissabunnie

Sometimes girliness gets overloaded and it makes me feel icky

yea i feel you on that point