

Waiting Here I sit....Just waiting....waiting...waiting. I have been waiting all my life...but for what? What thing have I been waiting for? Is something I can physically touch and see? Or is it something I simply feel and know just because that is how it works? What? No one knows the answer to my question. For it is something that only I can find out for myself. You see it is useless to ask because everyone's answer is different. Because everyone is looking for something else? And so here I sit wondering and waiting, waiting and wondering. How long will I be here? How long will it take? Will it ever come? Do I go in search for it, or does it come toWaiting by ~thecrazinewsieslover


It was a dark night The night was dark even for this time of the year. I walked down the same path that I always walked. It was terribly cold. I pulled my cloak trying to draw whatever warmth I could from it. I thought maybe I had heard something moving in the bushes, but I quickly brushed the thought aside for fear of scaring myself. I turned my head to the right in a hurry. A twig had snapped. I stopped dead in my tracks. I had walked home on dark nights, but not as dark as this one. I couldn't figure out why it was so dark it seemed normal, but at the same time something was wrong. I just couldn't put my finger on it. I started to walk again. I heard anotherIt was a dark night by ~thecrazinewsieslover


Thinking of you My mind just won't stop spinning.Thinking of you by ~thecrazinewsieslover
I want it to stop, but that would mean I would have to stop liking you.
That would be worse.
I want to be with you, but I am afraid of what will happen.
Maybe if I didn't think of the downsides I wouldn't be so afraid.
I Don't know what I am going to do.


Next Time Next time I see you will I tell you?Next Time by ~thecrazinewsieslover
Next time I see you can I get the words out?
Next time I see you will you tell me if you feel the same way?
Next time I see you what will happen?
Next time I see you will I lose you?
Next time I see you will everything still be the same between us?
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The more life becomes complicated...the more I grow and come to appreciate my friends.
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They would not be a girls feelings any longer if they could be put into words.
-Nathaniel Hawthorne
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The more life becomes complicated...the more I grow and come to appreciate my friends.
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"Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a Heaven for?" (Robert Browning)
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They would not be a girls feelings any longer if they could be put into words.
-Nathaniel Hawthorne