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i am trapped in my own skin,

i never seem to be able to undestand who i am

i know who i am but

i can't understand why i do and the act the way i do.

i want to run in the wind so fast that the leaves fly with me.

i want to bath in the mud like a seed.

knowing that inside me is a green dream waiting to errupt.

ONE DAY.

The questions in my head are hitting and bouncing off each other.

Do i know who i am?

Will i find him hiding in the bud of an hibiscus, growing and learning until he is ready to bloom and guide me towards him with a little ray of sunshine.

When i wait outside in the rain, the tink of the droplets dancing on my bare arms, the mud reaches from between my toes, i hope to be at one and peaceful and then he will come.

Our souls will mirror, so that when apart they will never separate. There will always be a reflection hovering in the triangular looking glass of my soul.

ONE DAY.

Reality :

The real meanings of a kiss :



On the cheek : Your a nice girl.

On the nose :Your sweet.

On the forehead : Your too innocent.

On the hand : This can't go on.

On the neck : I can't believe that you belive me.

Above the breasts : I'm testing to see how easy you are.

On the lips : I'm in there.



Wayfaring Hands :



I was alone, didn't understand,
What the reality of a kiss mean't.
I wasn't told, so i didn't know,
and now i regret where i went.



It's clear to me, as clear as glass,
That a drive and a kiss in a car,
Is not as romantic as i had first thought,
Even though we didnt get very far.



What a prick am i, to think that a guy,
Could be as perfect as he.
To think that he wanted my mind and smile,
Instead, it was my body.


Wayfaring hands a wondering round,
My body exploring the faults.
And now i feel dirty cos he didn't want me
And regret that i didnt hault.



To you your imperfections are faults. But to your soul mate they are what make you beautiful.
It seems that i found a guy. And he isn't my Cabbage. Or my Coliflower.

M.F.C

Where did it go? All that passion and fire.
Sense of emergency. Pent up desire.
Teenage secrecy without the disguise.
Who would have thought i'd swallow your lies.

What did i do? To make you go cold.
To force you cut me. I wasn't told.
I just assumed as we once were,
good friends we would stay, if i wasn't her.

You could have told me, that it wasn't right
given a sign, i'd have been alright.
But as it were, you did none,
And left me waiting, it wasn't fun.

All i've left to say, and i'll be blunt,
is that i think your a ....................................................
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...........................................................................................MOTHER FUCKING CUNT.

thankyou, for introducing me to teenage anxt, and the sorrows of heartbreaking fools.