Post by Sparkshine on Oct 10, 2011 19:12:00 GMT -6
There you go, strutting down the hallway with a smirk plastered across your face. Acting as though you own everything and anything that you see.
Every time you open your mouth I find myself wanting to contradict and argue with whatever it is you say until you back down, just to see your ego moved down a notch. Yet every time I have a problem or just need to talk why is it that I find myself drawn to you like a bug to a light in a sea of darkness?
Your like my one beacon of hope in a pit of despair, so why is it I hate to love you? Is it all the stories I've heard? Your temper that rivals even my own? The way you cockily look as though every time you look at a girl she falls for you?
There you go again, strutting down the hallway, and every time you look my way I feel myself slipping for you with each look and question. But I can't let myself love you, because your the right type of wrong. A type of guy I couldn't depend on even if I wanted to, I have a bad temper so do you, so why is it, that I haven't yet gone off at you as I have every other guy in my class? Why is it that you can calm me down when I'm in one of my rages?
Why do I let myself give you this power over me, when I know it will just end in hurt?
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So this is obviously about a guy in my class whom I hate to like. Every time he says something I feel like contradicting it until he backs down, yet I still find myself telling him all my problems and taking his advice. This is kind of like my other thread, but I didn't post this on my Fanfiction page
Hope you enjoy!
Every time you open your mouth I find myself wanting to contradict and argue with whatever it is you say until you back down, just to see your ego moved down a notch. Yet every time I have a problem or just need to talk why is it that I find myself drawn to you like a bug to a light in a sea of darkness?
Your like my one beacon of hope in a pit of despair, so why is it I hate to love you? Is it all the stories I've heard? Your temper that rivals even my own? The way you cockily look as though every time you look at a girl she falls for you?
There you go again, strutting down the hallway, and every time you look my way I feel myself slipping for you with each look and question. But I can't let myself love you, because your the right type of wrong. A type of guy I couldn't depend on even if I wanted to, I have a bad temper so do you, so why is it, that I haven't yet gone off at you as I have every other guy in my class? Why is it that you can calm me down when I'm in one of my rages?
Why do I let myself give you this power over me, when I know it will just end in hurt?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So this is obviously about a guy in my class whom I hate to like. Every time he says something I feel like contradicting it until he backs down, yet I still find myself telling him all my problems and taking his advice. This is kind of like my other thread, but I didn't post this on my Fanfiction page
Hope you enjoy!