Is this just teenage love or something deeper then that.
Many people say its just teenage love
That were too younge to know what True Love is
How can you know what true love isif you never experienced it.
Is it simply a wishful prayer
A fire that ignites in your heart
A playful giggle
A rosy blush
A risky wink
Or even a kindly smile?
True love can be anything
A tender understanding of one another
A growing warmth in your soul
A gentle trust between two lovers
Or a passion of fire that takes over
Does the world become lost in a crazy wild nonsese?
A happy oblivion of exhileration
Complete and total joy
An innocent kiss in the moonlight
Cherishing every given moment
Honor, loyalty, and protection
Or is it something that simply lasts forever?
How do you know what true love is
Can anyone tell you?
The answer to that is no
You and you alone know if its simply teenage love or true love!

I long for the day when I can finally be with you
To embrace you for the first time
It seems I have been waiting an eternity to find that True Love
I pray thatday will be soon
That I no longer have to wait
To feel you close and near
Knowing you are forever faithful
The day that I met you I knew you were the one
But too afraid to tell you
Wandering around looking for love in all the wrong places.
But the Mightly Lord led me in the right direction
Into your loving arms I go like a shepard to its sheep
Knowing I am forever loved and cared for
So I wait till the day we can finally be together.

I cry silent tears as the blood runs down my arm
The pain is unsufferable but the blade is unstoppable
As it slides across my skin
In even little little lines
I have controle over how deep I cut
I'm not sure hot to stop the blood from flowing rapidly
I think Ive made a mistake
Wish I could take it all back
Before to long the time will come
But for now your way to late
To save me from my fate

Remember when you were little, all the games you used to play?
Remember your mom yelling, blaming you then dad would hit and hurt you?
Remember thinking it's your fault, how this only happens to bad girls?
Remember playing with your dolls, asking them what you did wrong?
Remember the thunder and lightening, as you cry looking out your window?
Remember hiding undersheets, thinking you were safe from the world?
Remember the quilt you felt, wondering how someone could hate you so?
Remember thinking you would surely die, to find yourself suffering yet another day?
Remember praying to a God wondering if he existed, as you asked him to take the pain away?
Remember the sad moments and happy moments, because what doesnt **** you makes you stronger!