Why

How could you do that to me?
Do you see right through me?
So I'm gonna move on,
Knowing that you're the one who was wrong.
You have no girl on that hook,
Because you only go for my looks.

You don't understand.
My heart was in your hand
You blew it away,
I know there's another day.
So all the pain you put me through,
I'm giving it all back to you.

I can run but I can't hide,
Of all the pain I feel inside.
I don't know what you think about me.
But I am a woman and I am free.
But why can't I forget you?
Is it because I still love you?

My lil sister, Jessica wrote this poem to describe my pain... I'm actually happy to have her as my little sister...

I saw this on Quizilla and I just had to write it down. This one is for girls!

The Perfect Guy:

Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Height:
Six Pack:
Long or Short Hair:
Glasses or contacts:
Piercings:
Scars:
Eyebrows:
Buff or Skinny:
Funny or Serious:
Party or Stay at home:
Should he know how to cook:
Should he have a best friend:
Should he have a lot of girl friends:
Outgoing or Shy:
Sarcastic or Sincere:
Should he watch chick flicks:
Would he smoke:
Would he drink:
Would he swear:
Would he play with your hair:
One or more girls at a time:
Bad Boy or Good Boy:
Would he kiss you on the first date:
Where would you go to dinner:
Would he bring you flowers:
Would he lay under the stars with you:
Would he write poetry about you:
Would he call you hunny or baby:
Would he hang out with your friends:
Would you hang out with his friends:
Would he walk you to the door at the end of the date:
Would he hold your hand:
Would he play sports:
Would he sing:
Would he play an instrument:
Would he keep his room clean:
Would he paint, draw or sculpt:
Would he write his own music:
Would he use the word "dude":
Would he use the word "tight'':
Would he watch the sunrise or sunset with you:
What kind of vehicule would he drive:
How old would he be:
Does your dream guy resemble your real boyfriend:




This one is for the guys:

The Perfect Girl

Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Height:
Long, Medium Length or Short Hair:
Glasses or contacts:
Piercings:
Eyebrows:
Taller or Shorter:
Funny or Serious:
Party or Stay at home:
Should she know how to cook:
Should she have a best friend:
Should she have a lot of guy friends:
Outgoing or Shy:
Sarcastic or Sincere:
Should she like to watch chick flicks:
Would she smoke:
Would she drink:
Would she swear:
Would she play with your hair:
One or More guys at a time:
Bad Girl or Good Girl:
Would she kiss you on the first date:
Where would you go to dinner:
Would you bring her flowers:
Would you lay under the stars with her:
Would she write poetry about you:
Would she call you hunny or baby:
Would she hang out with your friends:
Would you hang out with her friends:
Would you walk her to the door at the end of the date:
Would she hold your hand:
Would she play sports:
Would she sing:
Would she play an instrument:
Would she keep her room clean:
Would she paint, draw or sculpt:
Would she write her own music:
Would she use the word "dude":
Would she use the word "tight'':
Would you watch the sunrise or sunset with her:
What kind of vehicule would she drive:
How old would she be:
Does your dream girl resemble your real girlfriend:

This song is one of my favorites right now.


Rescued

I was bouncin' around like a bottle out on the waves
About to go under, about to get swept away
Take it from me I was lost as a girl could be

You came and you saved
A drowning girl in an ocean of pain
When you gave me your heart to hold onto
Baby, I'm rescued

It's an empty feelin' that fills your soul
When you've got nobody, you're left out in the cold
I still can't believe how you reached out to me

When you came and you saved
A drowning girl in an ocean of pain
When you gave me your heart to hold onto
Baby I'm rescued

Now even on the darkest night
Oh I'm never alone
Your love is a guiding light
Leading me home

You gave me your heart to hold onto
And I'm holding onto you
Baby I'm rescued
Baby I'm rescued

This is the best song ever! lol ^-^ Best country song anyway! It's my version of whiskey lullaby... Not much of a difference, though...

Whiskey Lullaby

I put him out like the burning end of a midnight cigarette.
I broke his heart.
He spent his whole life trying to forget.
They watched him drink his pain away a little at a time.
But he never could get drunk enough to get me off his mind.
Until the night...

He put the bottle to his head and pulled the trigger,
And finally drank away my memory.
Life is short but this time, it was bigger,
Than the strentgh he had to get up off his knees.
They found him with his face down in the pillow,
With a note that said I'll love her till I die.
As they buried him beneath the willow,
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby.


The rumors flew but nobody knew how much I blamed myself,
For years and years.
I tried to hide the whiskey on my breath.
I finally drank my pain away a little at a time,
But I never could get drunk enough to get him off my mind.
Until the night...

I put the bottle to my head and pulled the trigger,
And finally drank away his memory.
Life is short but this time, it was bigger,
Than the strength I had to get up off my knees.
They found me with my face down in the pillow,
Clinging to his picture for dear life.
They buried me next to him beneath the willow,
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby.

I made this poem up last night so, I hope you all like it!

I'm sitting here in the pouring rain,
Shaking from the cold and the pain.
A mysterious figure appears in the night,
And wraps its arms around me tight.

I turn around and see that it's you,
And I wrap my arms around you, too.
You lean in and give me a kiss.
I realize that it's you that I miss.

Our lips part and I close my eyes.
I start to think of all your lies.
How could you do that to me?
I tell you to let me be.

You hug me and go inside the house.
I watch you quietly like a mouse.
I begin to cry as the storm begins.
Just then the midnight bells begin ringing.

I lay there, drowning in my thoughts.
All of the demons I have fought,
Come back, making me beg for mercy.
I pray for my soul to be free.

The storm stops as I lay there.
You run out and stroke my hair.
As you pick me up and put me in our bed,
You realize that something's wrong, I'm dead.

You hold me in your arms and gentle touch my face.
You realize my love for you was never erased.
You sit there, trying to hold back your tears,
Because you lied to me all of these years.

Let this be a lesson to all the people who lie to their loved ones.