~THE CIRCLE~

A broken heart, soul girl inside ...
And everything will break 4no reason.....
Their world was to bright with glitz an glamour, green an gold...
And she wasn't bright enough, smart, hot, perfect
To live in their world.....just the way she was her.....
She wasn't cool enough 2be in their world of fun an perfection
Craziness,dirtiness.....
When she was there, she wasn't good enough...
She was nobody the sad clown of the party,
Of  awkward, strange, weird Waldo.....

A bench line friend on the outside looking in....
Dreaming of being in the circle....
Feeling left out....
 No matter how much she gave gives an gave
She didn't doesn't fit in the circle ....
Of social coolness, called the IN CROWD...
It wasn't good enough she was a square....
An will always be a square of uncool ness....

No matter how much money or materialistic things she gave...
No matter how much of her heart she gave...
No matter how many lies she told, rules she broke....
No matter how HOT she tried to look, be someone else
An not herself.....
She was never Ghana be COOL fit in the perfect CIRCLE...
And was always Ghana be a square....

Those were the rules of the cool kids....
Someone unperfected uncool like her
Was never Ghana be  EXCEPTED
As one of the cool kids
Or the the (IT GIRL) no matter what ...
She was destine 2be on that path....
The fates really love her....
An the sooner she excepts that
Walks away the less her heart, soul
Will get hurt inside......

-Pyschotic Beauty Obsession-

- If she was smart, funny, out going confident, popular,
Sassy, courageous, well spoken with kindness
An lovable sweetness like her.....

Then maybe the beauty inside her
Wouldn't kill break her heart. Eat her alive with sadness
Into a million pieces, with fear, depression, anxiety
Coldness, shallowness, hollowness, emptiness of
                   Nothingness at all...
An drive her crazy, to be somebody ells that's
                   Well put together

If she was spontaneous, charming, pretty, beautiful,
Glamorous, stunning, attractive
Hot, sexy, wild, seducing like her.....

She wouldn't be a nobody, a worthless loser,
A virgin 2 lots of things, socially dysfunctional, awkward
A muse, a stupid joke, weird, strange, goofy, special
Different, a buzz kill, a nerd, geek, dork, freak
An uncool Waldo, a boring person so dead inside,
Trapped inside a glass jar looking out,
   Wishing she could break out
Into a beautiful butterfly,

If she was cool, popular, wonderful, amazing,
Perfect like her......

She wouldn't be on the outside of the circle,
Looking in wishing to be in the circle...
Different doors would open,
Different talents and skills would appear
a good luck charm she would  be
A perfect magazine image she would be
An Unbroken girl, she would be
All the things she desire to be,
An more....

If she was like her.....

Then maybe she wouldn't cut her wrist an
Wish that she was never born, think that
She was so ugly an fat, looking through her
Mind broken mirror of insecurities...
drown into a
Psychotic obsession of being her.....
Fucken perfect an skinny, an bleaching
Her beautiful skin to one fucken perfect color...
An mutilating her body in every way
That u can think of, 2be perfect....
Because 2 her being being perfect
Was not being her lovely self
 But someone els,wishing to be
Someone els an not her at all.

 (4 -L.V ):):)

-GRAY WHISKERS-

Lp says LLaslin
       Died
The day she saw him, and crossed his path
  And sunk in his name in, socked in his face
She fell 4 him so hard an let him in....
Let down her walls, of insecurities....
   The day he robbed a bitter, sweet
     Imperfect, perfect, long an wet
     Kiss from her soft lips
Looked her in the eyes, an created a spark
     That moved and gravitated her heart, 2the light

She died the day....
   She crawled into his angel
    Mesmerizing, dazzling, sparkling,
     Glowing, brown eyes
      Tasted the corner, of his perfect lips
      With every kiss like sweet, honey, chocolate
      She died that day inside, just a little...

 She died the day...
   She trusted him with her heart....
   As she slipped into his soft bed sheets
                    Naked
   On a cold winter day...
    And gave him all of her, with every kiss
                   orgasm
       Touching his beautiful mocha skin
              And falling for him
      Even a small peace of her heart
     She died the day....
     He made his way to her heart, head, dreams
   

- LUCkY QUARTER-

 

 Besties one of a kind

Like a lucky quarter 

But so different like a lucky quarter....

Six inch heels long dark gorgeous hair 

Hates the attention secretly loves the fiasco

Of adventure, has been there done that...

Beautiful make up covering up 

       The real her who she really is...

Dark eye shadow lip gloss...

Has enough 2smile, but is still looking 4more 

A mysterious sex goddess, under cover 

Breaking walls down, touching hearts

Reaching 4 the sky always..... 

The other side of the quarter....

Short hair,flats an no make up 

Dreaming of trouble, having it all

Making a crazy mess, getting an attitude 

But still looking 4 more....

Secretly loving the attention, an hates the fiasco...

Awkward, goofy,empty, weird, boring, kind, 

   Sweet on the T....

Nowhere near being a sex goddess 

Dreaming of an exit out of a box 

   Of sharp objects....

But still besties, will be besties 

Like a lucky quarter 

Who knows how or why?and who cares 

  

 For ( S.S- and L.V)

~ wALKING AWAY~

    She died inside the second
           the day she met Him

    She died inside a little
      the day she kissed Him
     let him IN
       Now wishes she never met him

     She fought 4 them from day 1
       He doubted them from day 1
   Before the sparks, electrcity, started

    He didnt let her IN...
      let her heal all his wounds, cuts
    wear his hat, let her love him

    She waited for him 2 take control
   and he shut it down, before it they started
 he used her led her on
    and she was the stupid one to blame
and the only one
       that got hurt in the ednd

  He was trouble the day she fell 4 him
  he ate a pice of her heart
     an now forever more will never be the same

   Dont know what to think, she couldnt
  keep a hold of him, he slipped away
     in to thin air....
  can't explin, what can't be explained
know is left heal, her own HEART.....
 and wonder why, what hapened ?
  a lesson learned in the end

   "No one will ever know anyone"

~ WHY COULDN'T SHE WEAR HIS HAT~

The silence and a record playing
    soft music like looking through
a kaleidoscope of love....
crawling into his soft glowing eyes 4 one night ....
where the light and darkness shines
touching his lips, trying 2 mend all his wounds
                 and deep scars
with kisses and a few shots of vodka
  coming undone naked letting him in
was amazing like star gazing, moonlight soul dancing...
      why couldn't she wear, his hat that's all?

But all his walls of insecurities, fears
       were hard 2 break through
feeling nothing of any emotion was to sad
hard 2 get through 2, tangled up in him
for a night in his bed naked, under his sheets
         skin 2 skin a turn on giving it to him all of her.....
and touching his heart, was something ells
        like tasting a piece of heaven an souls touching
  so why couldn't she wear his hat.....

But the only one who ended up,
     with a broken heart was her....
trying to make her way inside 2 his heart
but couldn't reach it, instead he made his way
      2 her heart, found it shattered it
a little bit, but not meaning 2
only looking for something.....
   so why couldn't she wear his hat
hold his pretty little hand in hers ....