Accidental Thoughts

When you touch me, this feeling overcomes my whole body.
It's like a tingling sensation that I never want to end.
When I was growing up, I was told that these thoughts i'm having are bad.
I was told it was "sinful" to feel this way.
But the way you hold me, oh the way you hold me, it's absolutely amazing.
I just can't help but to imagine all of the possibilites.
Wether you touch me this way, or that way, my body always responds.
It's almost unbelievable that you can touch me that way.
I almost feel like we're not supposed to be doing this.
But I like the risk.
I like teetering on the edge of right and wrong.
It is completly worth it, knowing what will come next.
Just the light touch of your hand drives me completly crazy.
I never meant to have these "accidental thoughts".
They just sort of, happened.

Cut Me From These Strings!

You are the puppateer, and I am the puppet.
Made of wood, but I still feel.
The heart inside of this pile of strings still beats.
You make me do whatever you think is best for me.
When you're in control... you make me look like a fool.
When will my fairy come and turn me into a real girl??
I think that it's time to cut the strings and start walking my own path.

Starting Anew

In these times when we're near the end, we start to think back on all the good times we've had. Elementary activities of hand turkeys and singing the ABC's. Middle School memories of your first crush, and going to your first dance. High school celebrations with friends, prom, homecoming, varsity basketball games. We will never forget all these times we've shared together. Like the time when our high school principle got in the middle of the dance floor and showed us some old school moves. Or whenever Katie chased Jeremy around the playground to give him a cootie shot. With all things good, there must be a bad to opposite it. Like the time when Dustin's parents were robbed, and harmed, but they got through it. The community pulled together and helped them out. Friends made and never forgotten, loves had and lost, we will learn from these experiences. We are starting anew in this game called life, finally prepared for the next step. We will hopefully go on to find love and have families just like we did. So here's to the Class of '09... Good luck and hopefully it just gets better from here!

Do you remember your very first love? Coincidentally, mine was not that long ago. He was my best friend. It was undeniable that we were meant to be. I guess he just didn't see it that way. He led me on for three years, giving me hope the whole way. We'd get so close to being together, then something would happen. I thought that I was over him, and moved on. But talking to him like I did tonight tells me otherwise. I will always love him. No matter how much I tell myself that I hate him, I know that it's impossible.

Not Good Enough

When I was little, you were right behind me, pushing me all the way.

You said, "You can be anything you want to be."

Little did I know, you were lying. I try and I try to please you.

I go out of my way to get your attention, to get one measely compliment.

But no, you can't even grant me that.

Nothing I ever do is ever good enough for you.

You say that I won't make anything of my life.

Maybe I should just stop trying.