And it’s the last thing I wanted to say
the only thing I knew to do.
Why didn’t you stop me?
God how I believed in you.
I think you’re lying to yourself
trying to make your feelings true.
"I could write it better than you ever felt it."
And it’s the last thing I wanted to say
the only thing I knew to do.
Why didn’t you stop me?
God how I believed in you.
I think you’re lying to yourself
trying to make your feelings true.
"Writing, to me; is simply thinking through my fingers." — Isaac Asimovz [This blog is mainly one that concerns my life with my furbabies; Princess Coco and Mr. Whiskey, 'Chiweenies.' You've been warned.] My blog is mostly one of "journal-esque" (diary) entries with few real names being used to protect the innocent or to keep those who are not so innocent from being tracked down. View more posts