tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68660541201256791392012-02-16T12:56:25.594-08:00BLOGSPOT version.oyeahBELLEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06214943290715851384noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866054120125679139.post-88542896835503902692011-05-31T09:58:00.000-07:002011-05-31T09:58:55.251-07:0011.01.10<br /><br />At first I hate her<br />Just like everybody<br />My blood boils whenever<br />She's at my sight<br /><br />But things changed<br />She loved me dear<br />I was guarded<br />and loved her surreal<br /><br />I only have one best friend<br />and she left me<br />Others followed but<br />it was a game to me<br /><br />Now I'm thinking<br />What's this right now?<br />Am I playing again?<br />Or this time, I'm having<br />A best friend around?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866054120125679139-8854289683550390269?l=oyeahbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oyeahBELLEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06214943290715851384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866054120125679139.post-75344398546686701452011-05-30T10:15:00.000-07:002011-05-30T10:15:45.143-07:0009.26.10<br />9:37am<br /><br /><b><i>You fall upon&nbsp;</i></b><br /><b><i>this searching eyes</i></b><br />you look around<br />and thinks everybody's alright<br /><br />I catch your glimpse<br />in the simplest way<br /><b><i>Oh you love me</i></b><br /><b><i>I'm carried away</i>&nbsp;</b><br /><br />But no, that's not right<br />I beg your pardon<br />No, we can't let it happen<br />this time, I'm sure<br /><br /><b><i>Right then and there</i></b><br /><b><i>Hearts grew dark and black</i></b><br /><b><i>Oh such a kind soul</i></b><br /><b><i>What I have done</i></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866054120125679139-7534439854668670145?l=oyeahbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oyeahBELLEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06214943290715851384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866054120125679139.post-36724025472225269352010-03-26T11:57:00.000-07:002010-03-26T11:57:42.925-07:0003.27.10<br />SAT. 2:58 am<br /><br />I can't figure you out<br />But you're talking to me<br />Still I don't know how<br />You sharing thoughts&nbsp;with&nbsp;me<br /><br />Man! You're absurd<br />Truly you are ..<br />But I can't blame you for that<br />For I do not know who you really are<br /><br />Someday I'll look back<br />And laugh at these things<br />For the past I despise you<br />And now I adore<br /><br />But I'm afraid you don't like our kind<br />And you're settling with your own!<br />Oh why it had to be like that?<br />AWKWARD is the word!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866054120125679139-3672402547222526935?l=oyeahbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oyeahBELLEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06214943290715851384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866054120125679139.post-12560936212236399262010-03-23T20:42:00.000-07:002010-03-23T20:42:09.452-07:0003.23.10<br />TUE. 8:30 pm<br /><br />Every second, Every minute<br />feels like I'm in it<br />Every moment, Every instance<br />feels&nbsp;like I'm different<br /><br />I'm only one and there's<br />none like me,<br />But still I can't figure out<br />the real me<br /><br />Who I am Who I am ...<br />it seems like this<br />question is&nbsp;hanging<br />all the time<br /><br />I'm not like you<br />and I don't want to be<br />For you bear such<br />headache that<br />I can't compensate<br /><br />But I'm fighting<br />yes I am, fighting<br />And God, you're the reason<br />why I'm still BREATHING!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866054120125679139-1256093621223639926?l=oyeahbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oyeahBELLEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06214943290715851384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866054120125679139.post-68111718050422975332010-03-21T11:53:00.000-07:002010-03-21T11:59:53.087-07:0007.15.09<div>Wed. 3:00 pm</div><div><br /></div><div>Why is it so hard?</div><div>Why It can't be?</div><div>Is there anything wrong?</div><div>She's been distracted.</div><div><br /></div><div>Wishing, Sleeping</div><div>Waking up in the morning ...</div><div>What's next?</div><div>dream, live, strive hard?</div><div>and then?</div><div><br /></div><div>It's so hard </div><div>she wants to cry,</div><div>why it can't be?</div><div>why is it so hard?</div><div><br /></div><div>Did it make sense?</div><div>or am I just fooling myself?</div><div>well then, put the shoes on </div><div>and start to walk she said. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866054120125679139-6811171805042297533?l=oyeahbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oyeahBELLEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06214943290715851384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866054120125679139.post-66359295119389095712010-03-21T11:50:00.000-07:002010-03-21T11:52:57.201-07:0002.11.09<div>Wed. 10:00 pm</div><div><br /></div><div>Accept the fact </div><div>that you can't act.</div><div>The way she laugh,</div><div>that you can never interrupt.</div><div><br /></div><div>I know it's wrong,</div><div>but can't you be just strong?</div><div>In every possible instance,</div><div>that you can never do a dance.</div><div><br /></div><div>I wish to stop </div><div>and just leave the top.</div><div>But the way she act?</div><div>I can never ever accept the fact. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866054120125679139-6635929511938909571?l=oyeahbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oyeahBELLEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06214943290715851384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866054120125679139.post-1787077528289825412010-03-21T11:25:00.000-07:002010-10-08T11:42:38.456-07:00<div style="text-align: left;"><b>03.22.10</b><br /><b>Mon. 2:00 am&nbsp;</b><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I never did think of me</span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: left;">writing for the whole world to see</div><div style="text-align: left;">For I am such a silent person </div><div style="text-align: left;">when it comes to my train of thoughts</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But now I'm letting it all out</div><div style="text-align: left;">For strangers who walk in this world of ours</div><div style="text-align: left;">For people who will understand</div><div style="text-align: left;">For you, reader, who's reading this</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It is for everybody to finally see ...</div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866054120125679139-178707752828982541?l=oyeahbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oyeahBELLEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06214943290715851384noreply@blogger.com0