Her emotions are mixed up, She can't think straight. All she could think about was the love, the passion, the happiness of her love. As she layed in bed all day, thinking about the things she done; She felt stupid, stupid yes stupid. Thinking how she fell in love with those Manhattan eyes, the ones that looked deep into hers; and how she fell so deep into that lonely world, thinking everything is all about her love, her love. She fell so deep, no one could actually reach her, it was like, she was in an alien world. No one could touch her, as she was cold & hard, with her blue eyes caught in luck, as you stood near, looking at her & ignored her. She thought, did she do wrong? Why ere you ignoring her? What did she do to make your life miserable? She thought so hard, she got ill, ill. Fever over-rid her & soon she was nearing death. It was her love that made her persevere & soon she recovered. She was quiet, throughout the trip home, throughout the rest of her lives. Well, she was, she was, thinking about you, how you made her fall deeply, so deeply that she couldn't hear herself shouting at all. She couldn't take the pain anymore, so she remembered, her penknife so sharp, so shiny, so clean. She thought, if she couldn't take the pain, physical pain would be a better choice. Fresh blood made her happy. Amen.
CHERYL HAS NO MOOD TO BLOG & She don't know why ):
