

called BarbieWhy do they always call me a Barbie? I don't fit their mold and I am not sorry.called Barbie
I have blue eyes and the blondest strands,
but I refuse to be marked by your brands.
Long legs can only get me as far as I can run
and your envy of me is not my idea of fun. I'm not made of plastic, I'm not made of stone
and deep inside I fear being alone. I'm beaten and battered,
this heart of mine shattered.
My blue eyes can cry heavy tears,
and just like you, I'm filled with fears.
Miss me or want me all that you may
but try to cage me and I couldn't bare to stay. You


the heaviness of my heartThe heavy sorrow of my heartthe heaviness of my heart
when you trust you are betrayed
when you lust you are deceived
when you lack you are real
when you love you are only hurt
when you look back you fall too far
when you skip you tumble
when you laugh you lie
when you cry you are vulnerable
when you run you gain nothing
when you are open you are cursed worse than death
when you love you break your own heart
when you are cherished you are forgotten
when you are envied you are despised
when you are quiet you are left alone
when you are beautiful you are hated


My Dark AngelI dreamed last night of a woman this beautiful angel was draped in silk as red as bloodMy Dark Angel
her eyes were dark
and her skin was pale
as she looked my way
i was filled
with feelings i cannot explain nor grasp
i was sad but at peace
it was her eyes
so full of sadness
so beautiful and dark i felt as if i would die if i could not touch her
i want to feel her lips on mine
i want her close to me
this dark goddess of my dreams
and in my dream
i went to her
and she looked into me not at me like most people do
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"Dear Diary, today I was pompous and my sister was crazy. Today we were kidnapped by hill folk never to be seen again. It was the best day ever!" ~Jayne, Firefly
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"Dear Diary, today I was pompous and my sister was crazy. Today we were kidnapped by hill folk never to be seen again. It was the best day ever!" ~Jayne, Firefly
First I blow you kisses.
Hehe... I'm naughty.
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"Dear Diary, today I was pompous and my sister was crazy. Today we were kidnapped by hill folk never to be seen again. It was the best day ever!" ~Jayne, Firefly
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