one day at a time

i have so much inside.

yet my fingers wont write.

but i think the tears speak loudly enough

Basically

I'm speechless.

it's true

chivalry is dead.

not a word

I don't know what to say.
I have undefinable feelings swirling around me.
Did you know I am amazing?
Sometimes I wonder.
Do you even notice?
What a catch you have?
I know the truth...I speak it everyday.
Sometimes I wonder.
I only deserve the best.
I am the best.
I know I am not what you say I am...
Yet everytime you speak it's so hard to get past.
I'm the best thing that will ever happen to you.
And you don't even realize.

all i want

love letters.
hugs.
love.
kisses.
cuddles.
scavenger hunts.
roses.
cards.
lust.
laughs.
smiles.

Ya Know What Sucks?

when you're always being let down.

::sigh::

let my breathing go back to normal.
let the tears dry.
it was only a scare.

Lately, I want to write, but I have writers block. Whether it be a song, poem, book, letter, email, etc. I hate when I have writers block. Because I know I have ideas, and thoughts. That are fighting to get out...but the walls are too thick.

Hello?
Can anybody hear me?
Hello?
I'm right here!
Hello?
I've always been here.
What have you been afraid of?
Huh?
That I wouldn't be there?
That I might turn you down?
Hello?
You should have at least taken the chance.
That way, you would have known the answer for sure.
Hello?
I'm going now.
Don't turn back, this was your choice.
Not mine.
Goodbye.

Save The Drama For Ya Mama.

Time Is Industry

boo.

i think i should stop writing.

no one even reads this anymore.

booyah.

beat that.

Do Your Ears Hang Low

sometimes i wonder.
can i do it all?
am i anything special?
what do i have that the girl beside me doesn't?
i haven't had [much] lessons.
but i have the determination.
i have the drive.
if i want something bad enough, it can, and will happen.
people ask me, "what do you want to do?"
i am always honest, and always reply with, "well, i want to be a singer, actress, or an author"
then, they always shoot back with, [and it never fails] "no, what do you really want to do?"
could ya have a little bit of faith in me?
that's all i ask.
if i come out on the bottom, or even if i come out on top, is it any of your business?
not to be rude of course.
but as mama always says "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all"
and i'm a firm believer in that.

whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?

he watched her as she slept. her chest rising up and down. she appeared so peaceful. he stroked her hair gently, keeping the soothing motion that had originally put her to sleep, going. she was the best thing that had ever happened to him. it was nights like this, he longed for, forever. when she entered his life, he forever changed. no more parties, no more drugs. she was what kept him going daily. now if he could only fall asleep himself. he laid there for a bit, listening to the death-defying silence of their bedroom. the only thing to be heard was the wind rustling the leaves outside their window. he glanced out, longingly. he wished he could be more like the wind. and with that, he surrendered to the force, letting his eyes close slowly, and entering the same dream-like aisle his beloved girlfriend was in.

Dear Beloved Blogger,

I am sorry about my neglectable behavior. Contrary to popular belief, I have not forgotten about you, I have simply been busy. Forgive me for this sinful behavior. From this moment on, I am going to make a valiant effort to update at least twice a week. Deal? I love you blogger.

Always & Forever,

Krista

It Was All A Dream...

wake up.