TO:Taylor Swift-12/13/12-

 HAPPY 23rd BIRTHDAY 

TAYLOR SWIFT

 A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS IN ADVANCE =))

 THANKS UNCLE FOR MY 

FEARLESS CD AND SONY DIGITAL CAMERA

-LOVELOTS-

SHE is my addiction.

Playful Dream

You look up to the ceiling

You look around the walls

You stare at the window

Then look back at the board.

It really getS boring 

when you just have to stare at your teacher

look at her from head to foot

and the way she opens and closes her mouth.

You wouldn't even realize 

that she is talking

cause your ears are busy listening to 

your mind that says,

"How I wish there's a foamy bed in here".

Your eyes roll, then close all at once

and before you know it,

you have already escaped 

from that humdrum room.

You find yourself floating on air

then you jumped from cloud to cloud 

and it felt so good.

The wind blew your hair,

 it was a magical moment.

The rainbow showed its colors 

and your eyes sparkled.

You were about to touch it but....

You heard a big shout.

Someone yelled your name.

Another voice said, "Wake up!"

Sorry, but your magical moment 

was just a playful dream.

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WE'RE ADDICTED!

ALL IN ONE -nikkataylorfaith-

SIMPLY-STATED DAMSELL IN DISTRESS

Me?...

well I'm just another typical 

skinny brown girl by the sidewalk.

Day by day, you walk pass me.

You may roll your eyes, 

some would even say "hi".

I really don't mind how you look at me,

but just be careful by the way you stare.

Every look you do,

every smile and move you make,

I understand.

Some could be truthfully honest,

but we can't deny the fact 

that some could also be fake.

I don't care which of those ways you live your life.

what I'm focused to is mine.

I am who I am,

sometimes complicated, but mostly simple-stated.

A "damsel in distress", I say...

sounds really low and vain, but what I really mean is,

there's more in my life that completes me

 though it's not crystal clear for everyone to see.

IT COULD HAVE BEEN US

IT  COULD HAVE BEEN US

Lovely pretty guy,

in you my heart felt that you truly cared for me

and that you really loved me.

I enjoyed every single thing we did together.

We had bumpy rides, so much laughter and sweet glances.

Those times told me that you're the one.

One day, I bumped my head on the wall

then I realized I did a big mistake.

I thought, oh lovely pretty guy

you can't be the one.

we can't be true.

Somebody else still loves you.

She had you first and she just can't get over it yet.

I may regret that I said this, but lovely pretty guy,

 it could be better if we quit this sweet game

for we can never be truly happy 

if someone's going to be left crying in vain.

MY ACHILLES HEEL

MY ACHILLES HEEL

It's already quite a blurry memory

But I could still remember it.

The feeling when you first walked pass me 

still stays within.

I got butterflies in my stomach

I can't help but to blush.

Since then, I got to know you better

and oh my, you never fail

to make my knees weak everytime.

It was even hard to converse with you

for you take my breath every time I try to.

What I usually do is talk to you 

at the back of my mind

and hope that you wouldn't think 

I didn't get you.

When you looked right through me, 

I saw rainbows in your eyes

and I hoped you also saw 

how I wanted you 

to look at me that way forever.

I just couldn't understand what you did to me

but baby, you're my Achilles Heel.

UPSET

 

UPSET

        When your heart just can't stand the hate, express it! There's a lot of ways on the menu. Choose one and do your thing.

       

         If only people could feel that I hate them, their brains must've calluses by now.

         Pretentious people? They are like toxics that get into my nerves. I suggest that they should wear a big tag around their necks that says,

" CAUTION! I'M TOXIC! "

         By then, I could put myself into a safety caress to a place where I'd get rid of them. Let them be out of my sight! If I should cast a spell to vanish them, I would!

They must know that when I feel like I don't like them, that feeling never goes away from me. It stays inside of me just like a tattoo that never gets erased. You may say by now that I'm freakin' mean, but what can I do? You aren't me,

so I RULE...and if you can't stand that, Should I give a damn?!!

         I raise my eyebrows, I twinkle my eyes, I shut my mouth and grab my pen and paper and I start writing about frustrating things in my own world.

                                                                  -xxx-

CED Acquaintance Party!

Having fun with my Ed-buddies!

Aren't we super stunning? :D

Our Song-- My ever favorite!

I was riding shotgun
With my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
He's got a one-hand feel
On the steering wheel
The other on my heart
I look around, turn the radio down
He says, "Baby is something wrong?"
I say, "Nothing,
I was just thinking
How we don't have a song"
And he says...

[Chorus:]
Our song is the slamming screen door,
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
'cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date: "Man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"
And when I got home ... 'fore I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again

I was walking up
The front porch steps
After everything that day
Had gone all wrong
And been trampled on
And lost and thrown away
Got to the hallway,
Well on my way
To my lovin' bed
I almost didn't notice
All the roses
And the note that said...

[Chorus:]
Our song is the slamming screen door,
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
'cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date: "Man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"
And when I got home ... 'fore I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again



I've heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song...

[Chorus:]
'Cause our song is the slamming screen door,
Sneakin' out late, tapping on his window
When we're on the phone and he talks real slow
'cause it's late and his mama don't know
Our song is the way he laughs
The first date: "Man, I didn't kiss him, and I should have"
And when I got home ... 'fore I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again
Play it again

I was riding shotgun
With my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen
And an old napkin
And I wrote down our song