Painful Cries
Thursday, February 05, 2004
      ( 12:54 PM ) Lisa  
You're The One I Do This For
1-21-04 9:52 AM

Broken heart, not meant to be
Torn apart, you're hurting me
Bleeding tears, a crimson cry
Spitting blood, it hurts to sigh
I'm yearing for your soft kiss
Why must our relationship end like this?
Marlboro Lights, the smell of you
Sweet taste, like honey dew
Strong arms, to hold me tight
Sleeping in your arms, to keep me warm at night
I'm yearning for your soft kiss
Why must our relationship end like this?
Bleeding tears, a crimson cry
Spitting blood, it hurts to sigh
My blood and tears mix some more
And you're the one all of this is for

-Lisa- #




Sunday, January 04, 2004
      ( 6:52 PM ) Lisa  
This is where I'm going to post my poetry...

-Lisa- #




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Lisa. 16. Sicilian. Chicago. Southside. Junior in high school. Mood swings. Rebel. Musician. Flute. Bass. Nipple fetish. Short. Weird. Athletic. Middle Child. Likes surveys. Labeled as "Punk" and "Goth." Sees no point in labels. Smart. Debates. Yells a lot. Reads. Writes. Penguins are awesome. Hates curly hair. Hates phones. Dyed black hair. 4.3 GPA. Quiet. Little feet. Black clothes. Chains. Spikes. Bad temper. Impatient. Hates shopping.

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