tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38347502011-07-14T20:35:22.719-04:00tehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14677676992148534961noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834750.post-865802982002-12-27T02:55:00.000-05:002002-12-27T02:57:49.000-05:00Love of my life <br />this love of my life <br />when you said <br />you'll never go <br />the bitter heart said let go <br /> <br />and after you left <br />i remember the time we had together <br />you're now laughing at me <br />saying im weak <br />my heart bleed everyday of the week <br />just to see your warm smile <br />im laying in bed lost and confused <br />and im just a fool <br /> <br />well this name i have for you is over <br />this love i have for is fading and it'll be over <br />this name i have in my heart is scratched out and bleeding all over <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834750-86580298?l=mybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Estebanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07403693885409768876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834750.post-865495192002-12-26T10:04:00.000-05:002002-12-26T10:04:55.213-05:00they can call me crazy if i fail. all the chance that i need is one-in-a- million. and they can call me brilliant if i succeed. gravity is nothing to me moving at the speed of sound. i'm just gonna get my feet wet until i drown. (swan dive, ani difranco). [test post]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834750-86549519?l=mybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14897611677991833174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834750.post-865353772002-12-25T23:04:00.000-05:002002-12-25T23:04:37.890-05:00Check Check <br /> <br />Do <br />Re <br />Mi <br />Fa <br />La <br />Sol <br />Si <br />Do <br /> <br />hehe...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834750-86535377?l=mybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Estebanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07403693885409768876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834750.post-858214022002-12-10T23:39:00.000-05:002002-12-10T23:39:23.586-05:00grabbing, <br />squeezing, <br />holding me... <br />breaking me, <br />silently. <br /> <br />making promises, <br />only to be broken, <br />knowing you are going to hurt me, <br />taking advantage, <br />breaking me. <br /> <br />penitrating, <br />heart, <br />mind, <br />soul, <br />effecting me, <br />breaking me. <br /> <br />make me feel, <br />cut me, <br />is this real? <br />breaking me. <br /> <br />silence, <br />confusion, <br />abusion, <br />.broken.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834750-85821402?l=mybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14677676992148534961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834750.post-855279342002-12-05T03:09:00.000-05:002002-12-05T03:09:20.786-05:00I drank 4 cups of coffee and still my head hangs low <br />and my eyes... <br />my eyes, they still want to close. <br />Silence surrounds me <br />well, except for the caffiene buzzing around my brain <br />I wish the silence was enough to comfort me <br />but it screams louder than anything I've ever heard <br />A constant reminder that <br />no matter how many cups of coffee I consume <br />contentment is the highest point I will ever reach <br />While the lows <br />the lows <br />will never <br />ever <br />stop getting lower... <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834750-85527934?l=mybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14867072947950726268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834750.post-849052712002-11-21T22:51:00.000-05:002002-11-21T23:17:19.000-05:00brilliant colors smashing on canvis, <br />reflecting how i feel about you. <br />tears of blood drip down my cheek. <br />voiceing my feelings threw my acrilic, <br />the true visions that will remind me forever, <br />what you do to me. <br /> <br /> <br />your lack of communication is choking me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834750-84905271?l=mybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14677676992148534961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834750.post-835618592002-10-26T14:27:00.000-04:002002-10-26T14:27:41.110-04:00i remember the day you first kissed me, <br />not knowing at that time how spairingly you do so, <br />not knowing in the end you would use me, <br />abuse me, <br />leave me lonley, <br />and wondering... <br /> <br />why cant he just kiss me? <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834750-83561859?l=mybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14677676992148534961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834750.post-833419342002-10-22T03:54:00.000-04:002002-10-22T03:54:07.610-04:00So, like I can post in here, right TM? Well, here I go: <br /><b>A Spelling Lesson</b> <br />Fuck you, asshole. <br />You have destroyed me. <br />You have taken my pride and swallowed it for me. <br />You have taken my self confidence and ripped it a new asshole. <br />Now all I feel is shit. All I smell is shit. All I see is shit. <br />Thank you so much for making me feel so fucking worthless. <br />I am so fucking happy that you love me... <br />Do you even have a tiny clue of what love is? <br />Catching on yet? Or do I have to spell it out for you? <br />U-N-C-O-N-D-I-T-I-O-N-A-L <br />Here, I'll even put it in a sentence for you: <br />Real love is unconditional. <br />I deserve real love. <br />You seem to think that being shallow is a character flaw. <br />It's more than that. <br />It's a soul flaw. <br />You have been born with an incomplete soul. <br />I feel very fucking sorry for you <br />but I feel even more sorry for myself. <br />I hope you eat and choke on the shit you've given me. <br />Do you understand what I'm saying? <br />Catching on yet? Or do I have to spell this out for you too? <br />G-O-O-D-B-Y-E. <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834750-83341934?l=mybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14867072947950726268noreply@blogger.com