If love is the greatest thing in the world, Why has it been feeling like the worst? Just asking for a friend. If making love is the ultimate way of becoming one, Why is it often the start of goodbye? Again, just asking for a friend. My friend would also like to know, Why the guy is holding her hand so perfectly, When we are outside, is it just for show? My friend wonders about that hand, Cause that is an act of the heart, The same heart that cast her out. What it really comes down to is this, Does love need to be easy? Can’t wait to hear back from you. Love, A friend…If love is the greatest thing in the world, Why has it been feeling like the worst? Just asking for a friend. If making love is the ultimate way of becoming one, Why is it often the start of goodbye? Again, just asking for a friend. My friend would also like to know, Why the guy is holding her hand so perfectly, When we are outside, is it just for show? My friend wonders about that hand, Cause that is an act of the heart, The same heart that cast her out. What it really comes down to is this, Does love need to be easy? Can’t wait to hear back from you. Love, A friendWW…

You can’t possibly feel the same way about me, You know it, I know it, You have told me a couple of times, but the underlying reasons differ. You can’t possibly feel the same way about me, If you do not know how to love. If you do not know how to receive love, How could you ever believe in love? How unfair must this cupid be, For shooting his arrow towards me, hitting, but then missing his next target. How can love be so unkind? I have so much to offer, but yet it will all be wasted, Every bit of love is tainted, with the knowledge that you don’t love me back. why can’t you just love me...…You can’t possibly feel the same way about me, You know it, I know it, You have told me a couple of times, but the underlying reasons differ. You can’t possibly feel the same way about me, If you do not know how to love. If you do not know how to receive love, How could you ever believe in love? How unfair must this cupid be, For shooting his arrow towards me, hitting, but then missing his next target. How can love be so unkind? I have so much to offer, but yet it will all be wasted, Every bit of love is tainted, with the knowledge that you don’t love me back. why can’t you just love me...WW…

How to love the one whose one is not you, How to make your friends understand, You are not a crazy person because of it, but yet you and him still aren’t through. For this love I am paying a high price. Cause when I get home at night, I can’t see which key to use, through the tears in my eyes. I try to cut my way to my heart, Just to tell it to stop loving you. To make it change its ways, to make it easier for our ways to part. I know responding this way is wrong, Every morning after I realise that. Disappointed, wishing my scars, did not stick around so long. Funny enough it is not even...…How to love the one whose one is not you, How to make your friends understand, You are not a crazy person because of it, but yet you and him still aren’t through. For this love I am paying a high price. Cause when I get home at night, I can’t see which key to use, through the tears in my eyes. I try to cut my way to my heart, Just to tell it to stop loving you. To make it change its ways, to make it easier for our ways to part. I know responding this way is wrong, Every morning after I realise that. Disappointed, wishing my scars, did not stick around so long. Funny enough it is not even...WW…

I just found my poetry book from one hundred years ago (or may be 15..), and I just wanted to share a few things from there. This is one of my teenager poems: After a lot of good days, This is a bad one. I gotta keep strong, always. But what to do when the strength is gone? It’s a nasty addiction, Keeps on asking my attention, I wih it would be fiction, But sometimes I only feel the tension. This atmosphere in my body parts, It’s strange, what is going on? Then the aching starts, It will just go on and on. Until I grab my skin, Scratch it all, till it’s gone, the pressure. But I’d be better...…I just found my poetry book from one hundred years ago (or may be 15..), and I just wanted to share a few things from there. This is one of my teenager poems: After a lot of good days, This is a bad one. I gotta keep strong, always. But what to do when the strength is gone? It’s a nasty addiction, Keeps on asking my attention, I wih it would be fiction, But sometimes I only feel the tension. This atmosphere in my body parts, It’s strange, what is going on? Then the aching starts, It will just go on and on. Until I grab my skin, Scratch it all, till it’s gone, the pressure. But I’d be better...WW…

Snow flakes are pressed against the window, before the wind takes them away, while we’re just being cosy inside, having a wonderful, relaxing day, I love going out of the house now, dressed a bit too summery for the weather, feeling winter put his icy arms around me, freezing, but that does not matter. People are making a snow man outside, in Holland though the snow never stays, some people already long for more light, but I dread those summery days. I wish it could be winter forever, the blistering cold makes me feel alive again, but soon it will be spring, and it will be so long till...…Snow flakes are pressed against the window, before the wind takes them away, while we’re just being cosy inside, having a wonderful, relaxing day, I love going out of the house now, dressed a bit too summery for the weather, feeling winter put his icy arms around me, freezing, but that does not matter. People are making a snow man outside, in Holland though the snow never stays, some people already long for more light, but I dread those summery days. I wish it could be winter forever, the blistering cold makes me feel alive again, but soon it will be spring, and it will be so long till...WW…