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no one knows
how much it hurts
to see you laugh with her.
it churns up hatred,
and something else
i can't detect,
but i keep it all inside;
you're happy now,
and that's what matters most.
so as she sips her cherry cola,
and you kissed her red-stained lips,
i can only hope
you're dreaming they were mine.
i dont know what this its six in the morning i dont even know why im awake
No sleeping pill can
Make me sleep

Your lovely touch
Can

No one can
Wake me up

Your sweet voice
Can

No dream
Makes  me happy

Unless you are in

No one can
Lift me high

Your thoughts
Can
You only can
 Feb 2015 heather leather
ryn
People cheat,
people lie

To get ahead
or
just to get by.

They do it out of deemed necessity
or
have made it a successful habit.

Some would feel bad,
but
some wouldn't lose sleep over it.

Some lie to protect...
Some lie to infect...

With little remorse
or
full blown guilt.

Either way
risking
all they've built.

A lie is an accessory
that most tend to abuse.
A convenient mask
for the ugly truth
that most would misuse.

Lies are...
The bane of relationships
Destroyer of trust...
Conveyed by irresponsible lips.

So have I ever lied?
Have I ever desecrated
honesty's pride?
Have I ever wielded it
to save others from harm?
Have I ever employed it
to boost my charm?

No I haven't,
now that's a lie...
Spouted that so easily,
I didn't even need to try...

Honestly,
YES I HAVE.
I am no exception...

I am no saint,
I'm only human
...
with an ill sense of direction.



I have lied...
How about you?

Search deep inside...
*You know you have too...
I love sports.
I love that the worst experience isn't getting last, it's getting second.
I love that I can drift into another world when I play.
I love that my teams are all like family to me.
I love that there is an infinite outcome to every scenario in a game, and each game has hundreds of thousands of scenarios.
I love that sports a combination of wit, coordination and logic.
I love seeing my heroes smile.
In a close second I love seeing them cry, as it reinforces my idea of how much they love the game.
Most of all, I love that sports are a unity throughout the world. The rifts known as rivalries bring us closer together.
 Feb 2015 heather leather
Creep
...
 Feb 2015 heather leather
Creep
...
I guess...
Maybe...
I'm not enough.
But I will always try to be...
Just to make you happy,
to make you smile.
na na na
by my chemical romance
 Feb 2015 heather leather
Holly
>.<
 Feb 2015 heather leather
Holly
>.<
Eyes as  deep as the ocean,
Nobody ever new,
What just could be inside of you.
 Feb 2015 heather leather
effaced
ive done this all for him,
and he doesnt even see.
how pathetic can i be?
but i love him you see.
i really shouldn't feel this way,
without him i feel a slow decay rotting me   a
                                                                ­                  w
                                                                ­                       a
                                                               ­                            y...
i dont want to be this way.
everyone that i love has hurt me,
the ones that i will forever love have hurt me the worst...
i havent seen my mother in 2 years.
i havent touched his skin, like those times late night spent.
i wonder where all these things that i loved went,
and why it was replaced with aching pain
coursing
through
my
very
dead
but
very
alive
veins.
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