Thursday, October 13, 2005

Meh hair! Meh red, red hair! oh yeh...i changed meh theme too...

__________________________________ my hair!! i dyed my hair! after two weeks! its finally done! its dark red. kinda like kairi's but darker (kinda). i love it though. i really really love it! eh...anyway. more homework @.@ *is not thinking about school right now* i have tomarrow off from hell! Wh0oT!! professinal (is it professinal?) day is tomarrow. so i get to use the comp till sunday! whoo!! i have nothing to say cept i shall get to ze sites later! oh yeah...do you like meh new theme? i changed it...again :D of course its *still* pink heh...btw if anyone find the music code for dirty little secret by the all american rejects please please PLEASE let me know!! i must have it! thanks all! i can *not* wait for advent children to come out...cloud is teh smex... Rikku <3 _________________________________________________________________ Deep underground, I kept digging a hole. Without knowing where it would lead. With a dirt-covered eyepiece in one hand, I search for your arm. Scraping together patchwork happiness, and sewing it. I was crushed by your strength. Burned on, The inerasable scars left by the palms of my hands. Sever a rift in the red-stained clouds with my torn wings. See, I can flutter better than you thought. The eternity that I dreamed while confined in my cocoon. Where will it take seed and blossom? The morning will eventually come and bring the darkness back home. And steal my eyes away from me. Fumbling for you by moonlight, overlapping and entangling with you, I believed I could become your true hiding place. Burned down, The place of our promise that will never return. Run across the black-stained earth with a torn-off agony. See, I can flutter better than you thought. If you can’t hear me, even though I scream, I want you to destroy me with your own hands. While you can still hold me dear. Your arms that hold me back. Turn into a gentle dust. I simply stare at the sky, silently. Burned on, The inerasable scars left by the palms of my hands. Sever a rift in the red stained clouds with my torn wings. Burned down, The place of our promise that will never return. See, I can flutter better than you though.

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