ghosts in the attic |
if i wanted to ask for your opinion, i woulddreams have reasons and my reasons are gooddear, your logic will never work on me ...
could be the story ive been reading makes me dream this wayive got on ...
Posted by becca :O) on Sun, 19 Oct 2008 06:49:00 PST |
belize |
to jeffrey holly. the one who is my true inspiration. the one who makes my brain run marathons... my blood boil....and my feet move faster. i miss you :(
the city skyline stood high and gr...
Posted by becca :O) on Wed, 23 Jul 2008 08:21:00 PST |
gold heart |
so i guess i'm mapping out my own course and stopping at all these points inbetween. and you know, it's okay if i don't know where i'm going and it's scary not knowing what's ahead or what to expect. ...
Posted by becca :O) on Fri, 04 Jan 2008 07:30:00 PST |
cant you just adore her |
She likes chocolate in the morningShe drinks her coffee late at nightYou can sense that she is guardedBut that's alrightShe'll fall asleep while your still talkingWith unfinished books beside her bedS...
Posted by becca :O) on Tue, 18 Sep 2007 09:00:00 PST |
november |
autumn is always the best season in my mind. the air is somewhat thicker now. but some morning when i wake up with this stuffysilly nose i wish for snow or even a summer drought to beat sneezing and h...
Posted by becca :O) on Thu, 30 Nov 2006 02:44:00 PST |
something i read |
Perfect for you...
Every guy/girl should know...You aren't going to be her first, her last, or her only...she's loved before, she will love again. But if she loves you now, what else matte...
Posted by becca :O) on Fri, 15 Sep 2006 08:40:00 PST |
,,, |
pain has its own set of rules
you cant go over it
or around it
you have to go through it
Posted by becca :O) on Fri, 15 Sep 2006 08:26:00 PST |
.. |
undeniable dilemma you speak words ofspite and poorly contrived decisions and intentions of lust and trust are leaking through paper thin walls of simple frivolitywhen memories were poor and dreams we...
Posted by becca :O) on Wed, 30 Aug 2006 07:39:00 PST |
. |
my love sleeps through hopes so high i sigh and think of where i might loyally rest and die finally thinking this should be my last stop a cunning battle of conspiracy love; no more a triangle ...
Posted by becca :O) on Wed, 30 Aug 2006 07:38:00 PST |
perceptions |
Rain washes down the side of a sandstone escarpment, writing a record of its journey into the stone as it travels down. That record of gullies, puddles, and streams not only carves the story of the fi...
Posted by becca :O) on Wed, 30 Aug 2006 07:27:00 PST |
