Lisa's Writings...

Lisa's Writings...

( 6:10 PM ) Lisa
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9-3-03

When you smile at me,
My heart melts
When your soft lips touch mine,
My heart skips a beat

I would do anything for your touch
You don't know how much you mean to me
I can't go a day without talking to you
And every night I wish you felt the same

When your eyes look into mine,
My knees go weak
When your hand touches me,
I smile inside

I would do anything for your touch
You don't know how much you mean to me
I can't go a day without talking to you
And every night I wish you felt the same

Some things I'll never understand
Some things I'll never know
I wish it was much easier,
To say that I love you
-8:41 AM #

Lisa. 16. Sicilian. Chicago. Southside. Junior in high school. Mood swings. Rebel. Musician. Flute. Bass. Nipple fetish. Short. Weird. Athletic. Middle Child. Likes surveys. Labeled as "Punk" and "Goth." Sees no point in labels. Smart. Debates. Yells a lot. Reads. Writes. Penguins are awesome. Hates curly hair. Hates phones. Dyed black hair. 4.3 GPA. Quiet. Little feet. Black clothes. Chains. Spikes. Bad temper. Impatient. Hates shopping.