What is love? The concept.I think. I think it was a big mistake.I didn't mean for it to happen like this.I guess you can't always get what you wantWill always apply in this cruel game of loveI was fooled once by a manI was usedTorn apart by emotionsYet only for themI didn't think I'd allow itTo have my heartBrutally ripped from meNo, I won't allow my emotionsTo spurge outAnymoreI am through with loveAnd loveIs through with me
Little sisterHey little sister,don't listen to their words,they put it on disguise,just to make you hurt.Now don't be afraid,when they throw you to the ground,you got to learn to,stick around.Words they may hurt,and punches may too,but believing you are weak,now that won't do,So take my advice,My dear little sister,Fight Back.
Finding Penelope . Chapter 1.Chapter 1: First GlimpseOctober 18th, 1987Dear Diary,Today is my seventh birthday, and for my birthday mommy gave me this book
It may be old, black and not the prettiest journal ever, but I still love it. Tonight I have to go to my first ballet lesson. I'm so excited! Mom said before we go I have to spend some time with Daddy, and Logan. Oh and eat some birthday cake. Its strawberry, and vanilla, my favourite! I'm going to go see if Logan wants to play with me, before me and mommy leave.See you later,Penelope Kensington*****I flung myself out the back door to the apartment, struggling to put on my jacket. I tried to run my fastest down the spiral staircase, though the stairs got the best of me. I tripped down the few last steps, and tumbled onto the rocky driveway of our apartment. I lift myself up, and there was a stinging pain coming from my knee, though as soon as I was stable and on my feet, I didn't look down to see the damage I've inflicted on myself. I ran,
Look hereLook here,how do you think I'm doing?Look here,What do you think I'm feeling?Not only did I fear for the worst,but the worst came out in the end.At the end of all this one question,has yet to be answerd,Wheres that happily ever after?That everybody says that coems out in the end?Look here,I want you to look at me as if in a mirror.Look here,and tell me that once upon a time you really did care.
The tree swing.The tree swingWhere it once was a beautiful memory,a place so precious and divine.Where we could hide from all our fears,play, laugh, and waste time away,on the tree swing.As I made a treacherous discovery,I found him hanging by a vine.With him a letter which he'd always start with his 'Dears',as it read "Dear my friend I will always remember theday,by the tree swing.As it neared his deaths aniversary,I thought I'd be all dandy and fine.As I neared the tree swing covered in tears,I kneel down beside and lay,under the tree swing.
I Don't Want To I don't want to be your little girl Because I guess being your little girl is just not what I thought it would be