my-skorpion

I remember how he used to come up behind me and smack my ass, then put his arms around my waist and hold me. He would hold my hand in one of his, and using his other he\'d stroke my forearm, or play with my bracelets. And when I had to cry, he let me lean into him, and he let me be covered, shielded in him. When we\'d sit together, he would put his strong arm around my shoulder and hold my hand. And when we talked on the phone and conversation hit a lull, he\'d say \"I love you\" out of the blue... and I always acted surprised. He tried to train me to not act that way. I remember how we\'d be hugging, and he would completely lift me up,

Don\'t save me tonight I\'m all alone I just close my eyes wait til\' everything\'s gone. Breathe in real deep let it out so slow wipe away these tears they got no where to go. I love you so but why does it hurt so much maybe because I don\'t see your face And oh, yeah.. never feel your touch. Yeah, that\'s probably why Days are flyin\' by each day seems so bad I don't feel like myself it\'s just so damn sad. We never talk about it cause you never seem to care what you want I don\'t have what seems right what might be wrong seems too far gone. Maybe your right maybe this is too much too much too soon But as you sa

When angels pray A sheer sparkle Streams down their face When angels weep A soul has crushed The nameless one to sleep When angels dance A shine matures Into a fever of worship When angels share Their genuine feelings To the fleeting breeze When angels love An undemanding essence The world only recognizes When angels believe They touch the heart To pacify the troubled mentality When angels fall The earth to claim To roam a gloomy path

She's not small, really, it's probably just the way she wears her hair down about her face, over her shoulders, and riding right on top of her clasped hands. Her nails are kept plain, her shirts discreet, and her shoes aren\'t designer, but kept clean and uncharacterized. She's the mouse in the corner. Haven't you noticed her? Simple to a point you can't help but over look her, and over look her you must, for you walk past her everyday. She is everywhere you are but she isn't even a face in the crowd to you. Maybe it is the way  her eyes avert whenever you are near, or maybe it\'s that she shies away at the sight of you.  Everyone else sees