autobiography
MELLEH. Name:
Pris.
Age:
20.
Gender:
Female.

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Friday, November 09, 2007
lets not talk too much, read this sweet crap
I'm sorry
that I bought you roses
to tell you that i like you

I'm sorry
that I was raised with respect
not to sleep with you
when you were drunk

I'm sorry
that my body's not ripped enough
to "satisfy" your wants

I'm sorry
that I open your car door,
and pull out your chair
like I was raised

I'm sorry
that I'm not cute enough
to be "your guy"

I'm sorry
that I am actually nice;
not a jerk

I'm sorry
I don't have a huge bank account
to buy you expensive things

I'm sorry
I like to spend quality nights at home
cuddling with you,
instead of at a club

I'm sorry
I would rather make love to you
than just screw you
like some random guy.

I'm sorry
that I am always the one you need to talk to,
but never good enough to date

I'm sorry
that I always held your hair back
when you threw up,
and didn't get mad at you
for puking in my car,
but when we went out
you went home with another guy

I'm sorry
that I am there to pick you up at 4am
when your new man hit you
and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere,
but not good enough to listen to me
whenI need a friend

I'm sorry
If I start not being there
because it hurts being used as a door mat,
only to be thrown to the side
when the new jerk comes around

I'm sorry
If I don't answer my phone anymore when you call,
to listen to you cry for hours,
instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work

I'm sorry
that you can't realize..
I've been the one all along.

I' m sorry
If you read this and know somebody like this
but don't care

But most of all
I'm sorry
For not being sorry anymore

I'm sorry
that you can't accept me for who I am

I'm sorry
I can never do anything right,
and nothing that I do is good enough
to make it in your world.

I'm sorry
I caught your boyfriend with another girl
and told you about it,
I thought that was what friends were for...

I'm sorry
that I told you I loved you
and actually meant it.

I'm sorry
that I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving
when your boyfriend was threatening you
instead of spending timewith my family.

I'm Sorry
that I cared

I'm sorry
that I listen to you at night talking about
how you wish you could have done something different.

Ladies always complain and gripe to their friends
that there is never any good guys out there,
and they always endup with mother-fs who mistreat them.

Well ladies next time you're complaining,
mayb e look up to see who you're complaining to,
maybe that special someone is right there
hanging on your every word as usual,
screaming in his head "Why won't you give me a chance?"

Because the person you are usually searching for
is right by you..

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