jazmine-elizabeth-boneWhisper

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LoversWhen you are in love with one, and might love another. What do you do? Do you stay with one and leave the other? Or do you leave the other to be with another? These questions may not bother you. To others they haunt them in their sleep. They take over their lives till there is nothing. Nothing to live for. / In these dreams you see two people. Your lover and your crusher. Which one do you pick? You can’t pick. You don’t know what happened. But your mouth is shut. You can’t open it to talk. You can only sit there and stare. You stare at the two and think. Then you can’t think any longer. You want to scream, but you cannot. / To the people that have never felt this. You are probably wondering. Why do they feel this pain? What can I do? I can’t do anything. Unless… maybe I’m causing the pain. But I can’t stop it. I don’t if I’m the lover or the crusher. I don’t want to break their heart if I’m the lover. Then I don’t want to leave them if I’m the crusher. Oh GOD! What am I supposed to do? Why does life have to be so hard? But I guess for the person that is in pain their life is worse.

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Nov 14, 2009

WaitingI know how you feel. I hope you know how I feel too. When I want to cry… I want to see you. I want to be in your arms feeling safe. To know that nothing can get me. That you will always be there. That I can always smile when your around. If I have a problem your always there. I can tell you anything. When I need someone to be there to catch my fall. I can count on you. I trust you with my life. I can take your word without questions. I can write stories about are relationship. It would be about a girl crushing on a boy. She would flirt with him, but not knowing what she was doing. They were best friends. But what the girl didn’t know was the boy was crushing on her too. He was so afraid that the girl wouldn’t talk to him anymore that he never told her. She eventually was too scared to tell him that she liked her, so she didn’t talk to the boy anymore. Then they meet back up and talked like old times. The girl was just going through an emotional rollercoaster. Then all her feelings about the boy were coming back. Then after awhile she told the boy how she felt. And he told her that he felt the same way. Then that is it. The story is over. There is nothing else left to tell.

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Nov 12, 2009

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