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Saturday, July 22, 2006


As I am sitting here letting things flow through my mind,
I am wondering about this particular past time.
It was when I had finally learned to care for another,
besides my mom, dad, and big brother.
I met this guy a few years ago,
He tapped me on my shoulder and said hello.
From that day on, I felt real strange,
I started having these feelings I really couldn't change.
One day he came to me and said,
He just couldn't seem to get me out of his head.
So I told him I didn't know he felt the same way,
And from those few little phrases for that one day,
The feelings we would share I knew would stay.
All of a sudden my heart felt unease,
I felt like my heart started blowing in the breeze.
The one I had finally learned to love,
Flew away from my heart like the birds fly above.
How could he tell me he loved me so,
When he didn't let all of his real feelings show?
Even if some of those feelings weren't all meant for me,
It would have been best if he could have told me just so I could see.
The hurt, the pain..
Now all I feel is, who's to blame?
Is it me? Did I push him away?
Or was this always meant to happen from our very first day?
Now all that is left to say
Is that love don't come easy and is even harder to make stay.
I fell in love, and lost it,
Now all I fell is that I was the cost of it.
I allowed myself to fall in love,
Only to just see it fly away like a beautiful white dove.
Now to this day I haven't fully recovered,
But I have learned how to deal with all that I've suffered.
Now I have move on to someone new,
One that I think I found of very few.
But in my heart there will always be
A faint picture of my first love and me.

9:54 AM

Anger

It's much easier to understand anger than to change it and reduce the behaviour that results from it.You are angry because you are.There are no ten steps to make your anger go away. Anger and agression can both destroy and create. Do not burden yourself with anger or try to walk the ungodly path of perfection.You will never make it.Your best lessons in life will not come from your great successes;they will come from making your mistakes and moving forward.

It's Me


well there's nothing much about me that i can say... two things people know bout me a good listener and observer...but they don really know who i really am... maybe i juz don wan them to know or i'm juz afraid to open up my heart to people... its hard for me to trust people...my nickname is nana.. nana is just my alterego... i think i have split personality ...i could be your worst nightmare or maybe the light of your life...you be the judge...all i can say is only GOD knows who i really am... obviously...

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