falling

Hey love, i won't be there anymore
Dont know whether you even remember my name
Remember not to cry love, it never was your fault
I only got myself to blame.


MARISSA❤


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Hey guys, my name is Marissa, also known as Marvin, if you get the inside joke. Anyway, This blog is only meant for the sake of my feelings, so if you too aren't happy with life or if you think that I am too emo for your own good, kindly press the little red button at the corner of your screen.


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  • I've always wanted
  • A suicide video.
  • Roses and Violets
  • a new word
  • No exams please.
  • Montage
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  • a rhyme

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    Your sky.
    6:41 PM
    Monday, August 11, 2008

    I cant be who you want me to;

    Tonight we will be in love,
    This feels so wrong but yet so right.
    I call your name, do you hear me?
    Your eyes are filled with a blazing light

    Your lips so soft, so kissable
    Your tears, they burn, unhealable.
    I will be your night, your sky,
    So i beg you love, please dont cry.




    Unlike Any Other
    7:02 AM
    Wednesday, August 6, 2008

    It's like learning a guitar;

    I've learnt the chords to the song i've always wanted to play. I've tried to learn the chords for 1 week straight. But my attention span is minimal; I am now tired of the song. I listen to it over and over again, til the melody of the tune actually hurt my ears.

    But then, what can i do? I've done what i had wanted to a week ago: Learn my A, B, Em and so on. It has all gone to waste. I no longer had any want for the song.

    Searching in my closets, i find a violin.

    ...

    It's like learning a violin;


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    This rose,
    It is my rose.
    my rose.
    my plant.
    my flower.

    So why does my own rose hurt me so with its dreaded thorns?

    ...

    No, this is not a rose.

    It is simply an illusion of an allamanda and one's much-too-high expectations.




    dreams.
    7:01 AM

    I awoke from a dream.

    The story is yet to unfold.




    Not The Same
    6:57 AM

    Free the heart,
    Release the autumn leaves;
    .
    .
    .
    From where they fall.

    *

    We have withered,
    To find that
    .
    .
    .
    We are born again.

    *

    This love be not the same?




    19 roses
    7:31 PM
    Friday, August 1, 2008

    Baby, what's wrong?
    You left me all alone
    standing in the rain
    chilly to the bone

    You're insecure
    You're not a friend
    You pushed me away
    again and again

    You ignore me,
    threaten me,
    People ask what is it
    in you i see

    I hate you
    I hate you
    I love you
    I love you

    What's the point of these dreams
    when i know they'll never come true?
    You'll never be my love
    or my baby too

    Took numbing pills
    in large doses
    when you left me holding
    these 19 roses.




    seriously.
    5:16 AM

    The previous post was the 28th,
    The date of Shark's birthday
    But it's not like im thinking back
    I dont have anything to say;

    seriously.