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YES! THEY'RE ******** CLONES! Jesse TOTALLY coped off Aron and Aron is a douche bag!

Who the ******** is Miyavi?

Paris Hilton is a ******** anerexic, bulimic, no boobed, horse face, piss haired, whore b***h who needs to go get kidnapped, rapped, and tortured and ******** killed. And her body needs to rot FOREVER! LOL!

She ******** up when she left Justin, that b***h is dumb!

thank you ^_^

thank you! ^-^

Thank you very much! ^_^

And yes I wrote the poem and did the piccy, all of it was done by me...


Forgive me, forgive me, that's all I'll cry.
Every night, until the day I die.

Desires, hopes, and dreams for me.
All this time I could not see.
Stealing, lying, sins will never leave.
A deep punishment, I would receive.

Forgive me, forgive me, that's all I'll cry.
Every night, until the day I die.

Time, trust, and love for me.
Every time I prayed, I'd plea.
Destiny, promises, tell me why.
Why did it have to be a lie?

Forgive me, forgive me, that's all I'll cry.
Every night until the day I die.

Heartbreak, betrayal, and truth for me.
Tell me why this has to be.
Seeing, feeling, it hurt so much.
My heart is no longer in my clutch.

Forgive me, forgive me, that's all I'll cry.
Every night, until the day I die.

Darkness, sadness, and pain.
All alone in this cold rain.
I'll sit here on my knees.
Always wanting to be free.

Forgive me, forgive me, that's all I'll cry.
Every night, until the day I die.

I can’t describe this deep-hearted feeling.
My mind can’t control this chaotic life.
Two hearts, and two minds, I am concealing.
When will I be through with this endless strife?

One heart with one mind wants to be set free.
Forever letting go of my reason
The other heart, the other mind can see.
That I cannot leave, it would be treason.

I just want to be free, that’s all I ask.
No matter what I do, I can’t escape.
Pain, truth, everything about this task.
My dreams, my hopes, my desires all raped.

I will keep waiting for the promise made.
It’s already there, I’m just too afraid.

We stood there in silence. My eyes looked down to the black pavement lightly covered in gravel. The sun stood behind him, casting his darkened shadow on me. Though it was only mid-day, to me it felt and looked like the sun was setting. The light, in my eyes, was dimming down and in only a few hours it would be gone. Leaving me in the sunless world of night, where only the stars would bless me with their light.

I slowly looked up at him. His face barely seen, as it was hidden behind the sun’s orange glow. I could tell that he dared not look at me. My mind spun, searching for the words I wanted to tell him, but I couldn’t. My mouth would not open, my thoughts would not speak.

What was I doing? I asked him if he would meet me here. I’m sure he had better things to do. It was his lunch hour after-all, he could be spending it hanging out with his friends, or even better, he could be with his new girlfriend. Whatever it was that he could be doing, I was sure that it was better than standing here with me. Time was running out, and even though I did not know what to say exactly, I opened my mouth. Some how, the words came out…

“I’m sorry,” I began trembling, “I’m so sorry, really. I wish… I wish I could take it all back…”

All of it?” He asked, forcing me to look up at him, “even the good times?”

“No!” I let out, “not those time, just the bad ones… never the good times.”

The way he looked at me. God, I wanted him so much. I wanted him to look at me like he used to. I wanted him to speak to me like he used to. I wanted everything to be the way it used to be, but I knew that it wouldn’t happen.

“I love you!” I blurted out, “I love you so much…”

My face went down, my eyes too as they began to watch the shadows dance from the wind. I could feel his gaze upon me. Those beautiful brown eyes. No, they were green or were they blue? It had been so long since I’ve last seen them. So long since the last time I was able to look deep into his soft, loving eyes. I had the memory in my thoughts, the image in my head. Though sadly, that memory did not contain the image of what color his eyes were. I had forgotten.

I then realized how much time had past. My heart sank; he didn’t say he loved me back. Those unspoken words shattered my world.

“I can tell that you are sorry now…” he finally spoke softly, “I forgive you.”

“That promise you made, the one where you said that you’d never tell another girl that…” I began with fear.

“Of course!” he spoke, knowing what I was talking about, “what we had was special, I would never give that away, and there will never be another one like it.”

I watched him closely as he said this. He had leaned back and pulled himself forward, his hands in his pockets. His gentle smile and beautiful eyes looking at me. I would never forget that moment. The way the sun looked, gleaming behind him, shadowing on his face.

“When… when you don’t have someone…” I hesitated. I didn’t want to push it, “Will you give me another chance?”

“Heck ya!” he pulled himself back and forward again, “of course I will.”

Those words filled me with happiness; so many hopes and dreams began with those six worlds. At that time I wanted to grab him and pull him close. I wanted to embrace him, my arms around him, and his around me. Oh, how I longed for his touch. To feel him in my grasp, to smell him, to look at him, to kiss him, to be with him. But the bell rang, calling everyone to class. The bell shattered that time with him. It told me that time was up, just as it was for Cinderella. But this wasn’t Cinderella, this was me.

I stepped forward, holding out my hands. And in one quick motion, I finally had him in my arms. Fear struck me that he would push me away, but he didn’t. He too took me in, both of us embracing one another. I’ll never know how long we actually stayed that way because for me, it was forever. Forever we had stood there, forever we were with each other, and forever we would stay…

Time went by, more things were said, more things happened, and more things fell apart. That dream of being together again woke up before it even began. The pain that I felt, I never wanted again. That pain has lessened. No, it was just pushed to the side, replaced with other pain. Though, I’ll never forget it and how it felt.

Now, as I walk into the commons, I’ll consciously look for him. He’ll be the first one I notice. And I wonder, does he look for me? As I walk down the hallways, I look out for him. Does he watch for me? And as I sit in math class, starring at my paper, I’ll take a peek over at him. Does he look over at me while I’m not looking? When I still have feelings for him, and in class everyday they get even stronger. Does he still have feelings for me? Does he sit there, remembering every precious moment, wanting to be with me? Does a part of him still love me, like I do him?

It’s hard to let go, at least for me, I wonder about him. After everything that’s happened, after all the pain and knowledge of how it will end again, if he came up to me and wanted me back. I would say yes in a heartbeat. I would do anything to have him back. I would go through all the pain again, if it would give me just a few more great moments. That is why I stopped talking to him, that is why I avoid him, ignore him. Have I made him believe that I now hate him? I don’t, I love him so much; so very, very much. And that is why I must let go, that is why I must try my hardest to not think of him. I love him; therefore, I must let go… Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to go back and look at those photos, just to see what color his eyes are…