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Inhale by:jen 8/6/04
inhale when you think it's bad,
exhale when it's all better.
inhale when it get's even worse than before,
and exhale once again, when everything's all better again.
and when things get as bad as you think they can get,
think again.. this is only the begining of the greatest love you'll ever have.
untitled by:jen 7/5/04
i don't like hotrods.
and i can't stand the guys who think they look "hot" in 'em.
i don't know what to think of my mother.
and i wish my father was still alive.
i wonder what gene thinks of me.
and i wonder if he'll ever except the fact that he's gonna have to be there for me.
i wonder if his fiance (my sister) will ever take me back.
i wish things were the way they used to be.
just normal.
but then i think if things didn't happen like they happened,
would i be standing here today.
i want to know the reason people are staring at me.
and i want to know why people talk about me behind my back.
i want to know what they are saying.
but then i don't,
i don't want to hurt like they've been hurt with the same words.
i wonder if i'll ever get married.
i wonder if i'll ever have children.
i wonder if i'll ever have a boyfriend.
i wonder what happened to all my friends.
i used to have so many.
but they just left me for a new path.
i wish i could have the love back.
the love that kept me going for so long.
i wish i could find a new path like they did
and just forget about them like they did me.
i wish i could figure things out
so i don't have to worry so much.
i wish i could find a better life.
a life worth searching for.
i want a boyfriend.
a boyfriend that actually loves and cares for me,
one that doesn't care what i look like,
and one that doesn't care how i dress.
one that can say anything and make me smile.
one that can turn my frown into a smile.
one that can keep their promise for as long as it shall be.
one that can get over a fight within an hour.
one that can make love hurt,
but make it all better within minutes.
one that can stand for what he believes in,
and not care what others say.
but you see i'll never find that man.
he's too perfect,
and too much of what i want than what i need.
he simply does not exist in my utopian world.
anyway, those are just poems i've written recently, but i think that last one is already in my journal. four days 'til the first day of school. i'm so sick of this shitty summer. this summer just plain out sucked ass.
bye fuckers! =\
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