Faclonia

I'm sitting here. Not knowing what to do. Wondering if I still believe in you. Wondering if you still believe in me. When I wave, do you see? When I scream, do you hear? When I tell you all I've done, Do you even care? Sitting can get boring, Crying can too. Sitting, crying, hating Myself for the things I do. I'm sitting here. Not knowing what to do. Wondering if I still believe in you. Wondering if you still believe in me.

She ran as fast as she could, the rain was falling hard around her, but he just kept coming!  They meet at the Flocking Lawn; she was corned. She whipped around, facing him, her long grayish-black hair falling sloppily over her right shoulder; her jet black leather coat hanging off her left shoulder.  Her legs spread far apart; her old black Converses and navy blue legging were stained with mud. Her light gray shirt and faded blue mini skirt soaked with rain water.  He walked slowly toward her; until he was standing only a few feet away. "Hello," he menaced. "Um… hi," she stuttered. "I see you are…," he looked her over and c

I am free as leaves on wind I am caged like the birds in my mind. I am smiles the breezes blows by I am teardrops brought with rain. I am songs from the hearts of many I am silence shrouded in pain. I am hyper as kittens ready to play I am tired as elephants withered with age. I am fast like a cheetah chasing its prey I am slow as a turtles crossing the bay. I am the sun that shines brightly in day I am the moon that glows softly at night. I am who I want to be And, yet I am what people want to see.