Forbidden love is something we all face. The lies, the deception, the heartbreak we must endure is nearly unbearable. The way you looked at me, the way you put your hands around my waist, the way you held my hand under the dinner table. I can still feel your lips on mine. I want to tell you how hard I fell for you but I know that is wrong. I know you can't let yourself remember me. But I know how you looked at me when you thought I wasn't paying attention, I was. I saw the twinkle in your eye. I noticed you always sat closer to me than anyone else. the first time you saw me I remember not being able to take my eyes off of you, and noticing yo
I was happy, purely 100% happy. Being held in your arms caused more joy than I can find words to describe. Than i went, lied, broke bromises and most importantly: your heart.
That's not okay.
I can't pretend that it didn't hurt me because it did. You tore me to pieces. No, I tore me to pieces by shoving you away from me. You had my heart, and you still do.
I wander this lonely world looking for the love that i felt with you. I wander this lonely world looking for the happiness I felt when I gazed into your eyes. Now I look into Her eyes, I loathe Her. She isn't you.
I am loathing myself for this thing I did to you.
I am loathing mysel
What gives you the right? by amandaaay, literature
Literature
What gives you the right?
You promise the most amazing time of my life and you promised you'd never leave.
So what gives you the right to convince me to give you my heart, to lie through your teeth, to take my already shattered heart from the safe haven of my bosom and smash it on the ground like some childs plaything, to wrap your arms around me and promise everything will be okay, to lay next to me and say you've never felt anything more real, to gaze into my eyes and peer into my soul; understanding me more deeply than anyone else ever has.
What gives you the right to hurt another human being?
Forbidden love is something we all face. The lies, the deception, the heartbreak we must endure is nearly unbearable. The way you looked at me, the way you put your hands around my waist, the way you held my hand under the dinner table. I can still feel your lips on mine. I want to tell you how hard I fell for you but I know that is wrong. I know you can't let yourself remember me. But I know how you looked at me when you thought I wasn't paying attention, I was. I saw the twinkle in your eye. I noticed you always sat closer to me than anyone else. the first time you saw me I remember not being able to take my eyes off of you, and noticing yo
I was happy, purely 100% happy. Being held in your arms caused more joy than I can find words to describe. Than i went, lied, broke bromises and most importantly: your heart.
That's not okay.
I can't pretend that it didn't hurt me because it did. You tore me to pieces. No, I tore me to pieces by shoving you away from me. You had my heart, and you still do.
I wander this lonely world looking for the love that i felt with you. I wander this lonely world looking for the happiness I felt when I gazed into your eyes. Now I look into Her eyes, I loathe Her. She isn't you.
I am loathing myself for this thing I did to you.
I am loathing mysel
What gives you the right? by amandaaay, literature
Literature
What gives you the right?
You promise the most amazing time of my life and you promised you'd never leave.
So what gives you the right to convince me to give you my heart, to lie through your teeth, to take my already shattered heart from the safe haven of my bosom and smash it on the ground like some childs plaything, to wrap your arms around me and promise everything will be okay, to lay next to me and say you've never felt anything more real, to gaze into my eyes and peer into my soul; understanding me more deeply than anyone else ever has.
What gives you the right to hurt another human being?
The Girl at the Coffee Shop by shigureisasexybeast, literature
Literature
The Girl at the Coffee Shop
The girl at the coffee shop didn't notice me at first. She didn't realize that I lived right around the corner and that I stopped by almost every day after school to stock up on enough caffeine to get me through my homework, if not the evening as a whole. Sometimes I brought a friend or two along and we'd put our heads together and power through whatever new horror our biology teacher had assigned us that day. But I always seemed to get sidetracked and I'd prop my chin up in one hand and send more than subtle glances in her direction as the girl at the coffee shop steamed milk and stirred lattes, every now and then smiling her gentle, off-han
I'm a homosexual female. proud of that fact and no one can make me change. I do alot of photoshop stuff. but I mostly paint. I love painting, sadly I rarely ever have any canvas's to paint on, and rarely do i have paint to work with. but the stuff i do finish i put up on here. my painting style is a little abstract, the colours are very odd and i paint to show emotion rather than obects. If you want I can do a commission. shoot me an email or something and I'll see what I can do!
~mandapanda
Current Residence: FocoCo deviantWEAR sizing preference: Pocket size Favourite genre of music: ANYTING! Favourite photographer: Mrs. Lantermen Favourite style of art: Anime/Manga Operating System: Pc :( MP3 player of choice: iPhone Shell of choice: conch XD Wallpaper of choice: Naked ladies! XD Skin of choice: white. as a cracka Favourite cartoon character: Link Personal Quote: "no pants for amanda!"
1. You must choose only one of your O.C.'s (Original Character).
2. Your O.C. must answer every question as truthfully as possible.
3. Title the journal as "O.C.'s Quiz: (Your O.C.'s name)
4. When you're done, tag as many people as you want
1. What's your real name and nickname?
Kaihlah Freeman. Some people call my Kai, Or Kay-Kay. I prefer Kay-Kay. (;
2. What's your current age?
I am currently 16... 17 in ten days! YAY!!!
3. What's your favourite food
I adore Kiwis!
4. And your favourite drink?
Chocolate milk!
5. Who's your crush/lover?
OH MY GOSH!!! There is this guy in my painting class and he is so totally into me!
6. Have y