• Like the seasons change our hearts do
    but some of us, ours stays the same.
    the season has ended my heart stays the same but
    he has left with the seasons.
    we have all moved on but me, i stay.
    love is a passionate feeling one only some lucky ones get experince
    and keep forever.
    others love is brutal, it makes us cry in pain and makes us
    feel hopeless, and useless.
    then there is others who feel both. others like me.
    if he found out you loved him, you would die.
    if he didnt love you,you would die.
    if he loved you back,you will die of joy.
    then if he even admired you, for sure you will die too.
    no no no. they say your to young to love but, thats a lie.
    love can work its way through anyone.
    he doesnt have to be your price charming, or your night in shinning armor.
    no. he can be the boy next door, the bad boy, the pot head, or the manwhore jerk. all you care is that you love him and that he makes you happy.
    living a moment without him will kill you. its like breathing with no air.
    hes your brand of heroin.
    when he breaks your heart, you wont cry. you will act like a big girl.
    but your not your still that little girl that cried when simbas dad died in the lion king. you wont move on, youll cry nd ur heart will be in pain.
    deppresion will hit you. every little thing will make you remeber him. every sappy love song. everything. dont hold back the tears. let them out. let ur emotions run dont let them hide.
    for love is a passionate emotion or brutal.
    for thoes like me its both and the most hateful feeling and yet its wonderous.