If you don't love her,
Don't have *** with her.

Girls are so precious.
They are the core of wisdom and love
On this earth.
They are the living creations of the Most perfect art that men are lucky to Have the gift of being able to even be in their presence.

I am a male.
So as a guy, I speak enraged at my Fellow males who treat that perfect
Creation like an object.

Men take for granted the gift of being able to hold someone.
They take for granted someone who's beauty is immense for more than just her body.
They take for granted being able to spill their heart out to someone who will listen and love them.
They take for granted her smile, holding hands, her laughter, her eyes and the way they glisten under the moon.

Any man who treats women like a *** toy is not a man.

For **** sake, you take a woman, the only being in this world with more loveliness and grace then a heaven on white clouds, and you use her like a trophy.

Any guy who does this is the lowest **** of the earth.

To all girls,
You are all so gorgeous!
Never let a man break you down.
If you have to have *** with him for him to love you, then ditch him.
Find a guy who sees so much beauty in you, that he wouldn't even think of violating you.
Because you are all precious,
And deserve nothing but the best.

If there is a God
He has a sick sense of humor

It seems he only gives
For the joy of taking away

I was once asked,
"Why do you accept pain?"

Because fighting it is what makes it hurt.

However, the fact that I accept the pain, means it is still there.
And though I can resist it sometimes,
I still see it's ghostly appericion in the corner of my eye.

I'd rather have a Two of Hearts,
Than an Ace of a single *****...

I don't care if I lose societies game,
As long as I have you by my side,
I will win everyday.
Or better yet...

We will win.

Sometimes I hate caring.
It's an emotion that punishes you for being a good person.

I wish you could see how beautiful You really are,
Just because nobody has picked you
Doesn't mean your not beautiful

As a matter of fact,
This means you are the most beautiful

When the other flowers get picked,
They get picked early,
This means that they have not
Completely bloomed

Because you are not picked
This means that you will bloom
Into the most gorgeous flower
Of them all

The years of being left out
And unpicked is only making
You better than all of them
Because you are riper and stronger

When those other flowers get picked
They go into a vase and
Die within a
Week

But not this flower,
This flower has developed
To be an honorary flower
In a bouquet for royalty

I stand outside
And can't help feeling the cold wind.
It's freezing,
I can't run away because I'm in the middle of nowhere.
So I pile on jackets, sweaters, coats, or anything I can find to keep warm.
Nothing works,
I'm still getting colder.
But I look at a distance
And notice people playing in swimsuits and shorts.
I look up and realize that they are under the same warm sun I am under.
So why is it I don't feel warm?
Why am I just getting colder?
What do they have that I don't?
I look deep inside them,
And see something I thought I had until I looked in myself...

A Heart....

Their heart beats joyful warmth
Through their body.
However the heart doesn't run on its own.
These people have love to keep theirs running.
They have that special somebody that gives their life worth and meaning.
Under any kinds of conditions, they can hold each other.
They can keep each other warm even when the sun doesn't shine...

This is why I'm cold...

I don't have anyone to hold,
Or any beautiful person to warm me up with their smile. I don't have a heart because I was never given one...

I am cold because I am dead...