LoveLove is thrown around like the wind. Wind whisks through like little ballerinas gently tickling my face. My face breaks down from a smile to a frown in a split second. Every second, a relationship starts and ends. But how come my seconds haven't been full of love, but hatred, regretfulness, and pain. Tons of pain. Love can be painful, love can be sweet. But when love comes to me, it's just like a lousy friend, coming and leaving without a chance....... to say........ goodbye.
BabyI'm having a baby. Don't know when yet. Don't know the gender. Duncan Finn would be a football player. Blue all over, burping and playing. Santana Mariah would be a little ballerina. Pink all over, crying and giggling. Sports and Barbies, dirty or clean. I can't wait for the little bundle of joy. Boy or girl.