Well.... I am Kayla. I am Passionate about music. Its what has kept me alive this long. If no one knows how I'm feeling, music does. its always their for me and never abandons me (unless I get a low battery, but even then there is the radio).I love everything. Oh yeah, I'm a virgin. and I am proud of that. I'm not prude. I have big issuse in life, but you wouldn't know it if I didn't tell you. Life is beautiful, even when it's bittersweet (It's the tough parts that you always remmeber clearly, You learn). I'll be honest, most of the time i walk around carrying my heart and offering it around to people. Not a very good trait, but i get lonely sometimes. I'm working on it. I am flawed. But I accept myself for who I am. Life is a constant chance to renew and improve, and so I'm living. I try to be honest...
I am obsessed with:
People I am least prude with:
My Best Friends!
Alicia and Nicole (Almost 14 years.)
Jennise! (Almost two and a half years.)
Luke! (Almost 12 years.)
Cheers to Nicole:
Kickapigeon! I love you Nicole!
"An Unfamiliar Sound"
Come one, come all; all eyes and ears, come hither; come to me:
The man on stage who shouts and sings as if he could prove something.
A falling leaf sat upon my neck, and whispered in my ear,
"Dying is half the fun of living, if the living's not in fear.
You can sing your days away, but they may never quite get why,
It is most sensible to smile and cry at the same time,
To wrap around your sorrow in a warm, welcome hug.
"Hate," is a strong word, but, darling, so is, "Love."
Both the children of passion, split by a thin, thin, line:
A tightrope we all walk along, but some fall to either side,
'Cause you love to hate, and hate to love, and nothing in between.
Well, honey, that just means that you're the opposite of me,
'Cause I love to love, and, honestly, I couldn't hate a thing.
Let me correct myself: I love everyone in the world but me.
I'll change my head to a stepping stone for all to walk upon.
I'll hold you like the booths at church, and listen to your confession.
I'll wrap my arms into a cradle, warm, and rock you into sleep.
I'm singing this song with no guitar, so you'll just listen to me.
I pulled a needle from my arm in March, and haven't touched it since,
But, no matter what I do or say, I can't convince my friends of this,
'Cause you spread half-truths and rumors like door-to-door religion.
You speak of gossip and gospel as if you knew the fucking difference.
Now, I've got no God, no girl, no drugs, no drinks, no cash, no home, no car,
But, there's a circle of friends, all smiles and held hands, at apartment 1084.
So, I'll belt it out, an unfamiliar sound, the truth, how it really is.
No, I'll just speak these next two lines all soft and slow, so you can let them sink in:
The difference between us, my friends, I can see it in your eyes:
You're glad that you're not dead yet, and I'm just happy to be alive.
By: Poem
AIM- Dizzy0037....... IM me if you want to....
I like PROMOTING bands and other artists.... if they have the chance and courage to get things up and running for themselves... why not help them out??~I love Harry Potter......So shoot me!!!~Contact me at either of these..:
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Lj: hopelesslove07
Your Superhero Persona
by couplandesque
Your Name
Superhero Name The Ferret
Super Power Ability To Breathe Underwater
Enemy Martha Stewart
Mode Of Transportation City Bus
Weapon Computer Parts
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