letthesunshinein

I miss you more than ever... Whenever I hear this one, specific song... I think of you. I could cry...that is, if I had tear ducts. But since I don't have those ducts in my Possession, I don't cry for you. I have told myself that we are through. I have told myself that I don't need you. I have told myself to ignore you. But since I don't have that kind of courage in my Possession, I don't ignore you. You don't cross my mind all the time, But there are plenty of times when you Grace my mind. I tell myself that if I could just see your face, Just for a moment, I would feel better and then maybe, just maybe I could finally ignor

There once was a girl who Always made lemons out of lemonade. She looked at her life with Distaste in her mouth. Every little problem, Every little stressor, She deemed as an Impossible feat. She wrote about her Little problems, little stressors. She recorded her distaste because She wanted to draw attention To her poor, sad life. This girl continued to Write and write until Her fingers bled, which was Another one of her final tragedies. And as I read about the Lemons she made, I couldn't help but deny My own lemons. And as you read about the Lemons she made, Please don't deny Your own lemons.