Even when tears are streaming down my cheek, I still manage to whisper the same few word ;I fine

This night is cold, I am to, so come and hold me if your love is true, this world is a trap come and save me by layin in my bed and holdin me tightly.
This night is cold I am to, so come and hold me if your love is true, this world is a trap come and save me by layin in my bed and holdin me tightly.
Those who speak to me do not know that my heart is full with your unspoken words...
Give me one more chance to give my love to you, because no one on this earth loves you like I do.

Wanting him is hard to get, luvin him is hard 2 regret. Losing him is hard 2 accept. But with all the hurt I’ve felt… letting go is the most painful yet.
When I see your smile and know it's not for me, that's when I miss you the most.
I knew I'd always look back at the tears and laugh, but I never thought I'd look back at the laughs and cry.
If a tear fell from my eyes, for everytime I wished you were back here with me, I would have a puddle of dead wishes at my feet...
They may forget the words you said, but they will never forget the way you made them feel.
Love is difficult, hold on to it, but if you hold onto it to tightly it might crimply up like sand, but if you hold it to gently it could float away like a feather
Je taime avec tous Mon Coeur = I love you with all my heart
You can close your eyes to things that you don’t want to see, but you can’t close your heart to things you don’t want to feel.
Unknown "Krizie" Sleepy - 16 years, 10 months ago

You never stop loving someone, you just learn to live without them

Some people think its holding on that makes one strong, sometimes its letting go

Sometimes I get so weird I even freak myself out


I wake in the night to find theres no one there but me, and nothing left of what we were at all.

i'm not supposed to love yoy, not supposed to care, not supposed to live my life whising you were there.

the hardest part of moving on is trying not to look back.
Unknown "Krizie" Sleepy - 16 years, 10 months ago

Do not undermine your worth By comparing yourself with others. It is because we are different That each of us is special. Do not set your goals By what other people deem important. Only you know what is best for you. Do not take for granted The things closest to your heart. Cling to them as you would your life. For without them, life is meaningless. Do not let your life slip through your fingers By living in the past nor for the future. By living your life one day at a time, You live all the days of your life. Do not give up When you still have something to give. Nothing is really over Until the moment you stop trying. It is a fragile thread That binds us to each other. Do not be afraid to encounter risks. It is by taking chances That we learn to be brave. Do not shut love out of your life By saying it is impossible to find. The quickest way to receive love is to give love; The fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly. In addition, The best way to keep love is to give it wings. Do not dismiss your dreams. To be without dreams is to be without hope, To be without hope is to be without purpose. Do not run through life So fast that you forget not only where you have been But also where you are going. Life is not a race but a journey To be savored each step of the way. So smile.... and let the sun shine through. For there's someone, somewhere, watching over you.
Unknown "Krizie" Sleepy - 16 years, 10 months, 1 day ago

I read a note my grandma wrote back in nineteen twenty-three. Grandpa kept it in his coat, and he showed it once to me. He said, "You might not understand, but a long, long time ago, Grandma's daddy didn't like me none, but I loved your Grandma so." We had this crazy plan to meet and run away together. Get married in the first town we came to, and live forever. But nailed to the tree where we were supposed to meet, instead Of her, I found this letter, and this is what it said: If you get there before I do, don't give up on me. I'll meet you when my chores are through; I don't know how long I'll be. But I'm not gonna let you down, darling wait and see. And between now and then, till I see you again, I'll be loving you. Love, me. I read those words just hours before my Grandma passed away, In the doorway of a church where me and Grandpa stopped to pray. I know I'd never seen him cry in all my years; But as he said these words to her, his eyes filled up with tears. "If you get there before I do, don't give up on me. I'll meet you when my chores are through; I don't know how long I'll be. But I'm not gonna let you down, darling wait and see. And between now and then, till I see you again, I'll be loving you. Love, me. Between now and then, till I see you again, I'll be loving you. Love, me."
Unknown "Krizie" Sleepy - 16 years, 10 months, 1 day ago

It was only four days before Christmas. The spirit of the season hadn't yet caught up with me, even though cars packed the parking lot of our local discount store. Inside the store, it was worse. Shopping carts and last minute shoppers jammed the aisles. Why did I come today? I wondered. My feet ached almost as much as my head. My list contained names of several people who claimed they wanted nothing but I knew their feelings would be hurt if I didn't buy them anything. Buying for someone who had everything and deploring the high cost of items, I considered gift-buying anything but fun. Hurriedly, I filled my shopping cart with last minute items and proceeded to the long checkout lines. I picked the shortest but it looked as if it would mean at least a 20 minute wait. In front of me were two small children - a boy of about 5 and a younger girl. The boy wore a ragged coat. Enormously large, tattered tennis shoes jutted far out in front of his much too short jeans. He clutched several crumpled dollar bills in his grimy hands. The girl's clothing resembled her brother's. Her head was a matted mass of curly hair. Reminders of an evening meal showed on her small face. She carried a beautiful pair of shiny, gold house slippers. As the Christmas music sounded in the store's stereo system, the girl hummed along, off-key but happily. When we finally approached the checkout register, the girl carefully placed the shoes on the counter. She treated them as though they were a treasure. The clerk rang up the bill. "That will be $6.09," she said. The boy laid his crumpled dollars atop the stand while he searched his pockets. He finally came up with $3.12. "I guess we will have to put them back, " he bravely said. "We will come back some other time, maybe tomorrow." With that statement, a soft sob broke from the little girl. "But Jesus would have loved these shoes, " she cried. "Well, we'll go home and work some more. Don't cry. We'll come back," he said. Quickly I handed $3.00 to the cashier. These children had waited in line for a long time. And, after all, it was Christmas. Suddenly a pair of arms came around me and a small voice said, "Thank you lady." "What did you mean when you said Jesus would like the shoes?" I asked. The boy answered, "Our Mommy is sick and going to heaven. Daddy said she might go before Christmas to be with Jesus." The girl spoke, "My Sunday school teacher said the streets in heaven are shiny gold, just like these shoes. Won't Mommy be beautiful walking on those streets to match these shoes?" My eyes flooded as I looked into her tear streaked face. "Yes" I answered, " I am sure she will." Silently I thanked God for using these children to remind me of the true spirit of giving."
Unknown "Krizie" Sleepy - 16 years, 10 months, 1 day ago