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I'm Not Going To Write You a Love Song
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 Created on 12-31-07
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In a shaded corner of the room, is a compfy chair. In it sits a girl. By the look of her, she looks happy. There's a glow to her skin, her face is made-up Perfect, resembling a doll that's never been taken out of the box. Her hair is done-up, and she's looks like a million dollars.
But there's something.....The word "Perfect" comes with many flaws.
She wasn't always afraid. She wasn't always afraid of Changes. She didn't care who looked at her, or what she may look like everyday, or what people said. She wasn't going to let ANYTHING hold her back from her own happiness. Until that wasnt' good enough anymore. When you had to be like certain people to fit in, and then be classified as cool, that's when damage would start being done to her mind, and the bonda between good friends.
and as these Changes were happened, time was passing.
She wasn't always arfaid. She wasn't always afraid or Love. Love is what made her get all dolled-up everyday, no matter what time it was, or where she was going. Love is what kept a smile on her face, butterflies in her stomach, and her heart beating strongly everyday. Until a strong bond with "love", dragged her through hell and back, and left permanent damage on her body and in her heart.
and as Love got the best of her, time was passing.
She wasn't always afraid. She wasn't always afraid to Hope. Hope is what made her dreams and wants come true. It's what made them reashable, and real. Hope is what gave her the power to tell everyone what she wanted to do with her life, what her goals were. Hope is what made her spirit fly, and keep all the roadblocks in her dreams away. Until a bong with hope would turn her world upside down, and relase all of the doubts into her mind. No longer would she day dream, or dream about the life she wanted, or would strive for. No longer would her spirit fly.
and as Hope took it all away, time was still passing.
If you truly stopped and looked at this girl, the way her eyexs were fixed on the window so nothing else would make them wander, you could see that her life, is yet to be determined. Those changes that made her unique....inspiered....outgoing...alive...wouldn't dance around her anymore. That love that filler her with butterflies...heart beats 1000miles per secons...giggles....smiles would no loger fall upon her. And those hopes and dreams that went to the moon and back....daydreams....the feeling of everything going good...would no longer fill her spirit.
Looking at her, anything left to pull her from this vail of defeat, will not be known.And with all the time that's pasted, it makes you wonder,what her life may have been like, if time could of been stopped. if she could have stepped back, if she could of just turned around and made a different choice
But there's something.....The word "Perfect" comes with many flaws.
She wasn't always afraid. She wasn't always afraid of Changes. She didn't care who looked at her, or what she may look like everyday, or what people said. She wasn't going to let ANYTHING hold her back from her own happiness. Until that wasnt' good enough anymore. When you had to be like certain people to fit in, and then be classified as cool, that's when damage would start being done to her mind, and the bonda between good friends.
and as these Changes were happened, time was passing.
She wasn't always arfaid. She wasn't always afraid or Love. Love is what made her get all dolled-up everyday, no matter what time it was, or where she was going. Love is what kept a smile on her face, butterflies in her stomach, and her heart beating strongly everyday. Until a strong bond with "love", dragged her through hell and back, and left permanent damage on her body and in her heart.
and as Love got the best of her, time was passing.
She wasn't always afraid. She wasn't always afraid to Hope. Hope is what made her dreams and wants come true. It's what made them reashable, and real. Hope is what gave her the power to tell everyone what she wanted to do with her life, what her goals were. Hope is what made her spirit fly, and keep all the roadblocks in her dreams away. Until a bong with hope would turn her world upside down, and relase all of the doubts into her mind. No longer would she day dream, or dream about the life she wanted, or would strive for. No longer would her spirit fly.
and as Hope took it all away, time was still passing.
If you truly stopped and looked at this girl, the way her eyexs were fixed on the window so nothing else would make them wander, you could see that her life, is yet to be determined. Those changes that made her unique....inspiered....outgoing...alive...wouldn't dance around her anymore. That love that filler her with butterflies...heart beats 1000miles per secons...giggles....smiles would no loger fall upon her. And those hopes and dreams that went to the moon and back....daydreams....the feeling of everything going good...would no longer fill her spirit.
Looking at her, anything left to pull her from this vail of defeat, will not be known.And with all the time that's pasted, it makes you wonder,what her life may have been like, if time could of been stopped. if she could have stepped back, if she could of just turned around and made a different choice
Comments
Please Login to post comments| On January 9th 2008 lequime Said : | |
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wow, poetic, made me feel as if im looking at her.... your style of writing is awsome |
| On January 8th 2008 hirschey11 Said : | |
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you know part of me feels as though i mgiht have exprenced parts of it but not all...ben...idk if that made since...loved it though |
| On January 8th 2008 unknownwolfie Said : | |
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u know u hav the kinda writin skills tht can be qouted in conversation .. amazin lik Perfect" comes with many flaws |
| On January 8th 2008 unknownwolfie Said : | |
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wow wow wow ... am seriously impressed I love it... you got talnet girl!!! keep me posted on watever u do .. lov ur style |
| On January 7th 2008 krislynn08 Said : | |
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wow this is really good.Theres gonna be more right?? hope so cuz this sounds like a great beginning to a great story |
| On December 31st 2007 gotmilk1994 Said : | |
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wow great discription it's so poetic and beautiful. what happend to her exactly for this to happen? |
