tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87787361302360718092012-02-16T18:26:25.398-08:00Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00562676038087554374noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778736130236071809.post-77969709631218782262009-11-16T18:48:00.000-08:002009-11-16T18:52:29.558-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">It is so easy to see </div><div><div style="text-align: center;">dysfunction between you and me</div><div style="text-align: center;">we must free up these tired souls </div><div style="text-align: center;">before the sadness kills us both</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I tried and tried to let you know</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love you but I'm letting go</div><div style="text-align: center;">it may not last but I don't know</div><div style="text-align: center;">Just don't know</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">If I don't know, then you can't care</div><div style="text-align: center;">If I show up and you're not there</div><div style="text-align: center;">But I'm waiting and you want to</div><div style="text-align: center;">Still afraid that I will desert you</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Every day, every word whispered </div><div style="text-align: center;">we get more far away</div><div style="text-align: center;">the distance between us makes it so hard to stay</div><div style="text-align: center;">But nothing lasts forever to be honest, babe</div><div style="text-align: center;">It hurts but it may be the only way.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778736130236071809-7796970963121878226?l=stopdropshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00562676038087554374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778736130236071809.post-44622083232579729452009-11-10T04:57:00.000-08:002009-11-10T05:06:03.176-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6_yjU1tz1s/SvllHJSyr-I/AAAAAAAAApI/n_LBOEEmmiQ/s1600-h/tumblr_krt5dzpXTC1qzmw90o1_400.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6_yjU1tz1s/SvllHJSyr-I/AAAAAAAAApI/n_LBOEEmmiQ/s400/tumblr_krt5dzpXTC1qzmw90o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402460401435848674" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 13px; font-family:arial;font-size:10px;"><div style="text-align: right; "><span style=" ;font-size:9px;"><span style=" ;font-family:georgia;">Just like a star across my sky,</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right; font-family:georgia;"><span style=" ;font-size:9px;">Just like an angel off the page,<br />You have appeared to my life,<br />Feel like I'll never be the same,<br />Just like a song in my heart,<br />Just like oil on my hands,<br />Oh. I do love you.<br /><br />Still i wonder why it is,<br />I don't argue like this,<br />With anyone but you.<br />We do it all the time,<br />Blowing out my mind.</span></div><div style="text-align: right; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:9px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:9px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:9px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:9px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:9px;">Soiree? Hopefully.</span></span></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778736130236071809-4462208323257972945?l=stopdropshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00562676038087554374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778736130236071809.post-36090036933175222662009-11-06T06:41:00.000-08:002009-11-06T06:42:45.421-08:00I don't even know how to start. I really miss you. <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I bought new shoes! (:</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778736130236071809-3609003693317522266?l=stopdropshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00562676038087554374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778736130236071809.post-74712160610953362222009-10-08T07:56:00.000-07:002009-10-08T07:58:04.245-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6_yjU1tz1s/Ss39qXGQvWI/AAAAAAAAApA/5nO8MSrJDKs/s1600-h/3970590195_2445ef335f_o.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6_yjU1tz1s/Ss39qXGQvWI/AAAAAAAAApA/5nO8MSrJDKs/s400/3970590195_2445ef335f_o.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390243233228963170" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778736130236071809-7471216061095336222?l=stopdropshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00562676038087554374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778736130236071809.post-39474055571058542312009-10-07T05:01:00.001-07:002009-10-07T05:20:07.648-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing.</div><div style="text-align: center;">What am I supposed to do </div><div style="text-align: center;">when the best part of me was always you and </div><div style="text-align: center;">what am I supposed to say </div><div style="text-align: center;">when I'm all choked up and you're ok.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm falling to pieces.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">They say bad things happen for a reason.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding.</div><div style="text-align: center;">cause you've moved on while I'm still grieving.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;">And when a heart breaks, no it don't break even. </div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778736130236071809-3947405557105854231?l=stopdropshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00562676038087554374noreply@blogger.com0