I want you, I want you in my arms.
Why can't you just be here?
Why can't you be with me.

When will I see you again?
In an hour, in a week, in a day.

The stars looked beautiful last night,
were you watching them with me.
I felt like you were, sitting there, holding me.

When can I have that?
I've wanted it for so long.
When will you come see me?
The new love of sick girl, fighting for exsistance.

That's me, that has always been me.
Tell me, will you always love me?

I want you, I want you in my arms.
When will you come?
My arms are still waiting.
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I know, I'm a sucky writer, and I'm parinoid. I love you though ^.^ If my love really means anything. Not that the word really does. I've used it so many times, and yet, I continue to use it. To express how I feel, even though it is worn and faded. It's like a cheap high. I dont know, I'm a sucky writer, and I'm parinoid.

I can't spell neither... dahuurr hurr...

My step dad has offically gone crazy, and banned me and my brother from their room. That alas my friends, is where the computer is. My mom says he is just pissed because their bed broke.... I don't want to ask why it broke. I really don't think I'll like the answer. So I guess he just choose to blame us. I'm the unoffical punching bag, I might as well be able to take a little blame. I did jump on the bed, but that was ONLY once.

It was so soft, and I was sooooo tempted

I'm tempted to do a lot of things, sex being one of them >.> but wooo look at Melody hop from topic to topic. I swear I have something wrong with me, but ... *sigh* You dont care right?

Cheap high... that word is teasing me... I'm getting this itch to write another poem, but then that would make three today, and we can't have that.

I think I'm rambling... yes well...

Cheap high, false hope,
laughing.. laughing,
She just wont stop.

High pitched, hips hitched,
pull me away, pull me away.

rock back, false tack,
in my heels, no one feels
how I dance, worked to a trance.
Back and forth, cheap high.

I told you it was teasing me, and yes I do comprehend that this poem makes no sense to anyone but myself. In the immortal words of Goldmember, "And that's the way a huh a huh I like it.... "

God I've seen that movie like 20 times *le sigh*





BYE BYE Melody