My Pencile [wrote in class bored as hell]:
My pencile across paper
Writing my heart and soul out
Spilling feelings and thoughts
For me the pencil is medicine
Medicine for the soul and mind
It helps free my mind and release my soul
Here I am writing
The pencil across paper Spilling my feelings and thoughts
You read tis and think what goes through my mind, but your reading it arnt you?
See how I feel see what I think
The pencile across paper
Spilling my feelings and thoughts
Everything I feel and think right here on this paper where you can read and learn
My pencile curving across my paper as I spill my feelings and thoughts
Thank you for reading my writing, my feelings, and my thoughts.
Love:
Love the most amazing, distracting, and hurtful emotion ever
The heart is weak
Yet strong
The heart gives in, but holds it's ground
So unpredictable love is
So Hurtful
So magicle
So distracting
Sitting there thinking of your love forgetting about the world
Sitting there thinking of the past loves how they betrayed you or you them, hating yourself
I sit here thinking of past, presant, and future
I love you
Most powerful words ever
Those words can hurt dearly or not
I am distracted by your love, not your sex, not anything else
Just your love
Because guess what I love you
Your my pain, my joy, my distraction, my everything right now
And if you were to leave me now and Iwere to meet you in the future
I would still love you no matter what...
I don't know what to call this...
I sit here and think
Thnk about everthing
Someone asked me one day "What are you thinking about"
I answered with an I don't know
Because I don't
I don't think about one thing no I think about many
About my pain, My dos, my don'ts, my loves, and my hates
The thoughts pass on one by one and come back to visit and leave for another
I stop on one thought, one thought that loves to stick to my mind...
My death
Just mine no one elses
The where, the how, the why, and the when
The people reactions to my death and more
I don't know why, but I think about it alot to see people cry over me...
I hate it..
I am not that important
I am not that great
I am not special
I am not anything
Tell me why when you think of death you cry?
I acceptit, wait for it
Enjoy my life around it
Do not cry over me
I am nothing but another body and soul taking up space on this earth
I will live my life to the fullest, if I like it at the time or not
You can hurt and do whatever you want to me I don't care
I live my life and don't care what your puny one mind thinks about me
Know why?
Because I am dead
I am dead to you
Quit bugging the dead it is bad luck
Let me walk this earth with out fuss and die being me..
My pencile across paper
Writing my heart and soul out
Spilling feelings and thoughts
For me the pencil is medicine
Medicine for the soul and mind
It helps free my mind and release my soul
Here I am writing
The pencil across paper Spilling my feelings and thoughts
You read tis and think what goes through my mind, but your reading it arnt you?
See how I feel see what I think
The pencile across paper
Spilling my feelings and thoughts
Everything I feel and think right here on this paper where you can read and learn
My pencile curving across my paper as I spill my feelings and thoughts
Thank you for reading my writing, my feelings, and my thoughts.
Love:
Love the most amazing, distracting, and hurtful emotion ever
The heart is weak
Yet strong
The heart gives in, but holds it's ground
So unpredictable love is
So Hurtful
So magicle
So distracting
Sitting there thinking of your love forgetting about the world
Sitting there thinking of the past loves how they betrayed you or you them, hating yourself
I sit here thinking of past, presant, and future
I love you
Most powerful words ever
Those words can hurt dearly or not
I am distracted by your love, not your sex, not anything else
Just your love
Because guess what I love you
Your my pain, my joy, my distraction, my everything right now
And if you were to leave me now and Iwere to meet you in the future
I would still love you no matter what...
I don't know what to call this...
I sit here and think
Thnk about everthing
Someone asked me one day "What are you thinking about"
I answered with an I don't know
Because I don't
I don't think about one thing no I think about many
About my pain, My dos, my don'ts, my loves, and my hates
The thoughts pass on one by one and come back to visit and leave for another
I stop on one thought, one thought that loves to stick to my mind...
My death
Just mine no one elses
The where, the how, the why, and the when
The people reactions to my death and more
I don't know why, but I think about it alot to see people cry over me...
I hate it..
I am not that important
I am not that great
I am not special
I am not anything
Tell me why when you think of death you cry?
I acceptit, wait for it
Enjoy my life around it
Do not cry over me
I am nothing but another body and soul taking up space on this earth
I will live my life to the fullest, if I like it at the time or not
You can hurt and do whatever you want to me I don't care
I live my life and don't care what your puny one mind thinks about me
Know why?
Because I am dead
I am dead to you
Quit bugging the dead it is bad luck
Let me walk this earth with out fuss and die being me..
