

TangibleIt was always something tangible. At the same time, however, I could not ever tell exactly what it was. I could feel it, yet I could not. I was almost willing to forget it, too. But the thought of it was ALWAYS there. There was just somethingTangible
Wrong.
Was there some reason I was feeling as if I could never truly touch him? I figured that if I could answer that, I would finally see what it was that was keeping him locked up; what was holding him back.
Ive often thought about it while I am alone with him. I feel almost as though I could see what this powerful force is; Id


FacadeShe told me that she liked my face I didnt know her mind She told me that she liked my style She seemed just all too kindFacade
She told me that she liked my hands When they held to her own She told me she liked my memory When she was all alone
She told me she liked my principles She said that they were true She told me of her hearts desire I knew shed thought it through
She told me that she liked my mind She said I made her smile She told me that she liked my passion If only for a while
She told me that she
| Apple QZ! D': |
Oh well. I suppose I should get a job xD
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Oh, man. You know who's sexy?
...
Thomas Jefferson.
That's right, I'm the fangirl of one of the founding fathers.
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