Worry Wart.

Sometimes, most of the time, I worry.
I worry about ending up alone.
About the way my hair looks,
or if my makeup has rubbed off.
I worry about my grades,
about my health.
I worry about my heart.
I worry that it's broken beyond repair.
That it won't feel the way it i want it to about people.
I worry I won't be beautiful to someone.
I worry that the girls, the awful girls,
who treat others unfairly, who are mean and who are
shallow, will get everything I've wanted in life.
When I can't sleep, I sit up in my big, lonely, over sized
bed and I worry my depression will never go away.
I worry that I'm not the only person in your life that
you say you love.
That worries me a lot.
In fact, it scares me.
And it hurts me to think that maybe
I'm really not the most amazing girl you known.
And maybe, just maybe, I'm really not enough.
Because I know in my heart, I'm not.
And you know it too.
I worry that I won't ever be happy
And I worry that you lie about how you feel.
That's what I worry about.

Even though I'm not.

You call me beautiful
I call delusional.
I call it like i see it, that's what you say.

You make me smile
Feel worth while.
I feel lucky knowing you, that's what you say.

Apparently I'm pretty great
I won't call it fate
But you do.

And hell I am no Shakespeare
I am no Picaso's Mona Lisa
Nice to meet ya.
Here I am, and here I stand.
And so you say, I should never change
rearrange
myself.

Ginger, Mary-Anne
I hear Gilligan has got a plan
And I agree with him
To convince you I am not
so great and much more grim.

I will say it 900 times
I don't see why I'm so fine.
And yes, secretly
I do adore it
When my looks
you won't ignore em.

I could love you in an instant
But I'll keep that to myself
With all my other silly thoughts
All propped upon on a shelf.

You call me lot's of pretty words
I call infatuated with a silly girl
I call it like i see it, that's what you say.

You said you'd love me too
when you were drunk one day.

i love to hold my fright quite tight.

P.S i know halloween is over a month away,
so back off.


I
Wanna love you till you rot
And sure, that might sound inappropriate
But it's the truth, my soon to one day be
zombie buttercup.

I
Wanna hold you till you die
And god forbid most absolutely
But one day it's bound to happen my
beautiful corpse bride.

I
Wanna kiss you till you bleed
And yes it is a cruel intention
But sometimes it is what you need my
darling phantom queen.

happy halloween.

Sustainable Procrastinating

We're in a sustainable living class.
And we're not working.

Roxann's here.
And Sam.

I really love that the school board doesn't block blogger.
This is so much fun.

Coupe des cheveux.

Tis the season for liv's new haircut
fa-la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la.

Yes folks, it's true. Liv got the old mop
chopped and cropped, molded and folded,
slices and diced.

bangs, bangs, bangs my friends.
fringe as can be.

Sap.

You're the kind of girl
who belongs in a picture book.
Much to beautiful for the real world
far beyond how all the others look.

Eyes that glimmer cliches
like all the stars up in heaven.
A mind of quirky pieces
On a scale from 1-10 babe, you hit eleven.

If I could be a real writer
god, the words I'd send to you.
If I was less a lover, more a fighter
not a battle for you would I ever lose.

Superman once asked me
would I want to save this earth?
What a burden that would be
since saving you is all it's worth.

Burn me, break me, shut me down
I could never leave your side.
If a hand to hold is not around
willingly, I shall provide.

Your smile could cause world peace
in every toothy grin you show.
I hope your love will never cease
for every day, mine surly grows.

With every sappy word I think
I realize each one is true
And with every word I've put down in ink
I think these ones will seem to do

I love you.

The distance

This is the last day of my life.
This is the first day of my living.
This is the last day of my gifts.
This is the first day of my giving.
Here today is the last time i say hello.
And not the only time i say i have to go.
This is how the story's wrote.
This is how the story came to be composed,
all in those eyes.
Your beautiful eyes
that remind me of skies
so blue.
And so clear.
Even when you cry,
I can see for days my dear.
Oh how I'm gonna love you.
Oh how I'll run a marathon for you.
Cross the seas
and all the sand
if it's just to hold your hand
I will go
the distance in a day
in an hour
in a second
anyway,
I have to.
I will go
it all for you.
Oh how I'll go
how I'll go
it all for you.