Lady-Lillian

I hate myself because of you, You drove me into falling for you, Drawing me in slowly and carefully, Toying with mixed feeling and blurring the lines. Your charm and good looks attracted me, Your originality and politeness made me stay, Your brown eyes drawing me in, And your overall personality made me fall for you. God would I love for you to stop toying with me, The black and white became grey and you knew it, You knew how I felt after a while, And you played it perfectly. You made me defend you when you were disliked, That made me lose my friend's respect for me, As I remained neutral in your problems, I couldn't pick a side. Then you

I feel torn. Not the kind that makes you think of two choices and easily pick. This choice revolves around more than just me. The thing that was on my mind is the eternal "Does he like me?" The truth is "Yes, he does but he's with another girl." A girl that tore her ex-boyfriend apart and left him to pieces while running off to his best friend. A girl that will trick him into thinking he can do anything he wants but he can't talk to anyone else. A girl that has convinced him to lie to not only me but his family and friends. She's like a virus that is stuck on him and will corrupt him but has the appearance of a innocent puppy that will f

Sometimes that feeling of hiding creeps of on you. The feeling you get in your stomach. I've given up on trying to prove myself differently to you. I'm going to build my walls to the clouds. Hoping no one can knock them down. So I guess you realize why I'm walking all alone in the night and passing street lights. I guess you can say that I'm running in the shadows of the night. I've given my dreams to the sky and leave them behind if they don't make it to the sky. I guess those dreams will fall and break of the concrete of the street. Another hopeless soul can pick them up. I hear laughing and turn around and see a laughing couple hold

I'm not your typical girl. I don't fall for anyone easily. I prevent that. Why? Easy. When I fall for someone I fall hard. My heart drops I pick up signs but question. I doubt myself and my intuition. Facts: I fall hard for guys that show interest in me I fall for guys that have gorgeous brown eyes I fall for athletes and brainiacs that share the same body I fall for guys that can be themselves I'm not shallow. I'm not pathetic. I just...want someone to realize I am here and I'm not easy. I want a guy to chase after me because I know I am worth it. I'm not a girl that needs a guy to be happy. I'm happy being single. I always have b

The ice froze over my heart, But your talent of fire melted it, You wrapped your hands around my heart, And stole it without asking. I froze my heart to  protect myself, Yet you barge in and melt it again, Your talent with fire is amusing, But I want to be protected. I want to win but it never happens, You take my heart and hand it back, Then my heart heals and freezes, Hoping it'll never happen again. My heart is like glass, Fragile, beautiful and uncontrollable, You give it back with a thousand pieces, That need to be glued together. Your fire sparks my heart, Igniting the flame of hope within, Yet falters when you chase t

Confused, I'm confused at the signs, You tell me one thing, Yet look at me in another way. I know it's not right, But it's not wrong, We're human and we makes mistakes, This doesn't classify though. You sweet brown eyes look at me, Filled with confusion and hurt, Just when I speak to another boy, It sends sparks of hope. You send tingles down my spine, Everytime you speak or sing, I want to take you then, Take my heart and soul as I am forever yours. I am lost, I am confused, I guess I'm just like everyone else, Lost in the game of love.

I am the unseen, I can surprise people, I can scare people, But people can't do that to me. I'm like a ghost, Only seen when I want to be, Only heard when I want to be, Invisible to everyone every other time. I am like the wind, You know I exist, You can feel me and hear, But cannot see me. I can sneak up on you, I can move quietly and swiftly, I am silent and fast, I am someone. Someone who chooses to be invisible, To avoid being hurt by others, To avoid conflicts and others, But I am still in there. I am the invisible, I am a soulless soul, Not sure why I am here, Why I am not seen. The ghost that isn't dead, The on

A summer day in August, or September for some of you, but for me August. A half day of school to start off the new school year. I woke up got everything ready. I actually panicked about putting tpo much make-up on and I had only applied lip balm. First day nerves always seem to cling on to me until I reach that annual start of the year assembly and see everyone. The bus. I always forget about the bus arriving at school late. Please, I beg of you, do not be late this morning. With straightened hair, mascara on, new outfit, last years pair of shoes, and ten to twenty pounds of books, binders, dictionaries, calculators, packages of looseleaf, a