tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11051416375700368482024-03-05T10:08:21.360-08:00Made of Sugarrosita queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817301663633563082noreply@blogger.comBlogger86125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105141637570036848.post-9043806689133495032012-02-20T22:26:00.003-08:002012-02-20T22:43:51.940-08:00heartbroken foreveri hope you are in tune with the universe tonight because i'm sending you a message.<br /><div><span style="font-size: 100%; ">i'm thinking about you.</span></div><div>i'm blowing you kisses out my window.</div><div><br /></div><div> i'm thinking about you.</div><div>i'm adjusting my night vision and try to watch you while you sleep but you fade into the dark and i won't follow.</div><div>but if you hold me now, i will follow. </div><div>i will follow you into the dark.</div><div><br /></div><div>if you say you will stay then i'll stay.</div><div>if you bring me peace, i will bring you heaven.</div><div>if you stay, i stay.</div>rosita queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817301663633563082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105141637570036848.post-14475392910155433332012-01-18T15:51:00.000-08:002012-01-18T15:51:40.370-08:00Explicacion de la ley SOPA<iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5fvwoHKj6cs?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>rosita queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817301663633563082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105141637570036848.post-8865656068584546612012-01-10T17:33:00.000-08:002012-01-10T17:39:07.593-08:00what i really want to do now is trust you enough so i can open up to you<div>and rest on your chest</div><div>and listen to your heart beat</div><div>and close my eyes</div><div>and know you love me</div><div>and take a deep breath</div><div>and never forget your scent</div><div>and make love to you</div><div>and hold you like if you were in pieces</div><div>and kiss you like you're my last</div><div>and my first</div><div>and walk holding hands</div><div>and look into each other's eyes</div><div>and watching fucking sunsets</div><div>and taking the cutest fucking pictures</div><div>and not having to act like i don't care about you</div><div>when all i do is to care.</div>rosita queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817301663633563082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105141637570036848.post-78137880611754243662012-01-02T20:09:00.000-08:002012-01-02T20:13:05.218-08:00<span style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">i just wanna drag your lifeless body to the forest a</span><span style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">nd fornicate with it</span><div><span style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">but that's because i'm in love with y</span><span style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">ou… cunt.</span></div>rosita queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817301663633563082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105141637570036848.post-25479709134458380732011-12-08T20:09:00.001-08:002011-12-08T20:09:37.976-08:00u getting there big boyrosita queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817301663633563082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105141637570036848.post-10279780220587315702011-11-23T20:13:00.000-08:002012-01-10T17:41:01.357-08:00i wish i could fall in love with you. i haven't feel something that nice in so long, and i wish you were the one. <div>i'm sure you're amazing. </div><div>i know you're amazing. </div><div>and i do like you. </div><div>but for some strange reason i can't get closer. </div><div>i don't remember your scent even if you were with me five seconds ago. i can't recall the sound of your voice, even if i just heard you. i don't remember the taste of your lips.</div><div>i wanna fall for you so hard and i can't. </div><div>first time this has ever happened to me.</div><div>i can't fall in love with you.</div><div>not that i don't want to.</div><div>i just can't.</div>rosita queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817301663633563082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105141637570036848.post-65655288547260673562011-09-02T21:38:00.000-07:002011-09-02T21:44:10.656-07:00<div>i'm so glad i ever had you. :)</div>rosita queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817301663633563082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105141637570036848.post-63142828580530488032011-08-28T19:31:00.000-07:002011-08-28T19:32:52.632-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIram0yP7v4n9ce42kvlZvbNir4ZbXWxn4xEx4-LHh6XxEwlEjej_qLZQbpgUCfHqQLT8ajSqNaUBZzSElR1Z74oWIIajfuJMZxktFxdWBwUfklpSuM9mXhvE05DXtrZ_nUc5jIlxZPYs/s1600/tumblr_ll0iyjYafR1qfm58ro1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIram0yP7v4n9ce42kvlZvbNir4ZbXWxn4xEx4-LHh6XxEwlEjej_qLZQbpgUCfHqQLT8ajSqNaUBZzSElR1Z74oWIIajfuJMZxktFxdWBwUfklpSuM9mXhvE05DXtrZ_nUc5jIlxZPYs/s320/tumblr_ll0iyjYafR1qfm58ro1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646100130198681586" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >i'm sure we'll get it on</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >as soon as i stop</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >feeling so disgusted about you.</span></div>rosita queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817301663633563082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105141637570036848.post-14919951405957324322011-07-30T20:49:00.000-07:002011-07-30T21:05:16.824-07:00Hacer las cosas con ritmo trae consecuencias sinfónicas.Así que voy a cerrar bien los ojos y evitar mi risa nerviosa y que sea lo que la vida me traiga. No voy a tener más miedo, porque tú no tienes miedo, y se me aprieta el pecho con las ganas de llorar pero de asombro, porque siempre que no espero nada, se me presenta todo. No voy a tener más miedo, lo prometo. Pero no me creas, date cuenta solo. Date cuenta que, al final, hacer las cosas con ritmo trae consecuencias sinfónicas.rosita queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817301663633563082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105141637570036848.post-36238428312233737502011-02-06T20:14:00.000-08:002011-02-06T20:15:03.944-08:00blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >EL FIN.</span></div>rosita queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817301663633563082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105141637570036848.post-28579084820668070192010-12-28T23:44:00.000-08:002010-12-28T23:45:42.698-08:004:44 am. Ojalá estuvieras acá para cansarme y dormir profundo.-rosita queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817301663633563082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105141637570036848.post-53139103970703112192010-12-07T16:18:00.000-08:002010-12-07T16:18:05.313-08:00el ou vi i<iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TsKghhQ41FM?fs=1" frameborder="0"></iframe>rosita queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817301663633563082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105141637570036848.post-65179680563309305422010-11-09T10:26:00.000-08:002010-11-09T10:38:09.927-08:00i-l-u-s-a.-Supéralo hueona, han pasado MESES y todavía no asumí que el hueón te envoló. Te dijo que un caballero no tiene memoria y vo le creíste, que tú erai la más linda y vo le creíste, que te amaba y que haría todo por ti y vo le creíste. Te dijo que él era para ti, que las cambió a todas por una sola, que se había enamorado, que no te sacaba de su cabeza, que por ti iba a ser perfecto, te lo juró con el alma, que nació para estar contigo Y VO LE CREÍSTE.<br /><br /><br />ILUSA.rosita queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817301663633563082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105141637570036848.post-18043225625119432682010-10-16T20:05:00.000-07:002010-10-16T21:08:33.779-07:00Bajo las nubecitas, parte tres de miles.Típico. Sola de noche con el clásico nudo en la garganta que se produce en el momento exacto en que me doy cuenta que estoy repitiendo la historia. Típico. Estoy repitiendo la historia. Entonces ahora es cuando decido. Típico. Cierro los ojos con fuerza y me tapo los oidos para que ya no me suene tu voz, y al mismo tiempo te conviertes en un eco que me está llenando. No tan típico, pero predecible. Entonces ahora es cuando decido y vuelvo a prometerme que no voy a dejar que te acerques y suelto una lágrima con rabia porque no logro entender por qué me quitas la coraza. Para nada típico.<br /><br />Me dejo caer sobre la cama con la mirada fija en el techo tratando de encontrar el segundo preciso en el que te convertí en lo que ahora eres para mi, pero termino encontrando un lugar que solo visito en sueños y por alguna razón te encuentro ahí.<br /><br />Despertar y que no estés es triste, pero esa es la parte buena. Me imagino que despertar contigo debe ser desolador.rosita queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817301663633563082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105141637570036848.post-79073706998436127632010-09-28T16:00:00.001-07:002010-09-28T16:11:00.939-07:00Te llevaste todo mi aire.Supieras cuántas veces te he escuchado decir mi nombre y para que no te des cuenta del daño que me haces me muerdo la lengua hasta que sangra y cierro los ojos con fuerza para no soltar mil lágrimas y no me resulta. Supieras las cosas que te he escuchado decir y todavía no puedo convencerme que es mejor dejarte ir. Supieras que me partes el corazón y que no importa si estamos lejos, ni cuánto tiempo pase, ni lo que me digas, ni lo que yo te diga, ni las veces que me hagas llorar, ni las veces que me quiera morir, ni cuántos vengan después de ti, no hay nadie que se te compare.<br /><div>Te llevaste todo mi aire.</div>rosita queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817301663633563082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105141637570036848.post-1335701322367434162010-08-28T13:08:00.000-07:002010-08-28T13:18:30.198-07:00El Fin.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><i>it might not be the right time<br />i might not be the right one<br />but there's something about us i want to say<br />cause there's something between us anyway...<br /><br />i might not be the right one<br />it might not be the right time<br />but there's something about us i've got to do<br />some kind of secret i will share with you<br /><br />i need you more than anything in my life<br />i want you more than anything in my life<br />i'll miss you more than anyone in my life<br />i love you more than anyone in my life</i></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">[por casualidad suelo tropezar con la canción que resume exactamente como me siento]</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">[El Fin.]</span></div>rosita queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817301663633563082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105141637570036848.post-83926360540169486242010-07-07T19:45:00.000-07:002010-07-07T19:47:10.631-07:00Todas las cosas que nos dijimos.<br />Todos los planes que hicimos.<br />Todas las cosas que nos prometimos.<br /><br />It still means the world to me.rosita queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817301663633563082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105141637570036848.post-65651102318482230232010-07-06T18:48:00.000-07:002010-10-16T20:50:58.419-07:00Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano.You ever love someone so much you can barely breathe when you're with them? You meet and neither one of you even know what hit them, got that warn fuzzy feeling, yeah, them chills, i used to get them. Now you're getting fucking sick of looking at them. You swore you've never hit them, never do nothing to hurt them, now you're in each other's face spewing venom in your words when you spit them. You push, pull each other's hair, scratch, claw, bit them, throw them down, pin them... so lost in the moments when you're in them.<br />It's the rage that took over, it controls you both, so they say it's best to go our separate ways.rosita queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817301663633563082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105141637570036848.post-41481575108231527902010-07-04T15:37:00.000-07:002010-07-04T15:39:11.406-07:00i'm so cold, so cold without you.rosita queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817301663633563082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105141637570036848.post-79381870626521676652010-06-09T10:29:00.001-07:002010-06-09T10:30:30.740-07:00pronto pronto feliz feliz ^^<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf_x8DdTmJ6yjUVAke6BB5vXk1XxafnfBHN-y-3cBVkyXvwoEgAngZ4Gbkm5qi_BB-yduJ0rXHzGRe8uPVXcsVRkGlzQ8YXN50rT3nDonKTp3ynLMRbY2wTl16GYRdfbZaPlYU5jBJQqY/s1600/BdayGirl.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf_x8DdTmJ6yjUVAke6BB5vXk1XxafnfBHN-y-3cBVkyXvwoEgAngZ4Gbkm5qi_BB-yduJ0rXHzGRe8uPVXcsVRkGlzQ8YXN50rT3nDonKTp3ynLMRbY2wTl16GYRdfbZaPlYU5jBJQqY/s320/BdayGirl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480827538669004994" /></a><div><br /></div>rosita queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817301663633563082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105141637570036848.post-22495320105247445442010-06-02T19:23:00.000-07:002010-06-02T19:26:21.684-07:00god, send me a divine message on how to proceed.<div>i can't deal with this feeling anymore.</div>rosita queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817301663633563082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105141637570036848.post-47202514340326041832010-05-25T15:06:00.000-07:002010-05-25T15:51:35.659-07:00hola, 25 de mayo.<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:Courier, monospace;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg111/tam_attack/Happy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">ándate luego, que me pones triste :)</span></span></div></span></span></div></span></span></div>rosita queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817301663633563082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105141637570036848.post-71085748112535514242010-05-12T22:48:00.000-07:002010-05-12T23:44:15.751-07:00Letteri thought i would be over with the crying thing by now, but i'm crying so fucking loud i even got my dad to stop snoring. i feel like Mike Tyson punched me on the chest and cut me off from air supply. i'm so sad that I smile, how sick is that?<br />i can't sleep.-<br /><br />you're, most likely, the best thing that has ever happened to me and, most likely, the worst.<br />and i never suffered like this before, and it's logical since i loved you like i never loved before.<br /><br />I lost trail of the person i was building since the last time my heart got smashed.<br />i don't even know who i am anymore.<br />i'm the pieces of the girl you left, when you left.<br /><br />i'm falling face down and i don't even know if you are the thing i need to get back on my feet.<br />i wonder if there is anything anyone could do to make me right.<br />you're the one who broke me and i don't believe that you could fix me.<br />i always end up saying this, but i got broken forever. i ran out of love.<br />you don't give a shit. you don't even know how bad this hurts, do you?<br /><br />this is the story of my life with a different end.<br />i meet this really nice guy, we see each other a couple of times, we get off, we fall in love (or at least i do), he does something stupid and i get dumped. then i feel bad for a few days and then i get it on with another boy, until he messes up and so on.<br />i met this really nice guy, we saw each other a couple of times, we fell in love and then we got off. he did nothing stupid, nothing wrong. he did what he had to do and there's no behavior i could possibly punish. it's been weeks and i still can't stop crying at night and i have a bunch of other boys i could get in on with but what's the point if even the word 'dating' makes me sick to the stomach.<br /><br />what surprises me the most is that i would usually think that all i need is to have you with me to stop being this mess i became, but i'm not.<br />being with you is not something i need, is something i'd be glad to have.<br />you're more than a caprice to me.<br />you are the man i love, but at the same time you're everything that i want to be away from.<br />you are the man i love and the only person in the world i feel i can't trust.<br />i'm in serious ironic sarcastic pain.<br />and i know someday it will go away and i will stop feeling like this,<br />but in the mean time, i just want you to know that you're more than a caprice to me, because if you were, i wouldn't be able to say that i want you to be happy even if it's not with me. i want you to be happy because you're the most amazing person i have ever met and you deserve all the best that life can bring you.<br /><br />xoxo<br />the little red sea horse on your wall.rosita queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817301663633563082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105141637570036848.post-1816897717919017862010-05-02T21:00:00.000-07:002012-08-16T17:01:23.438-07:00these violent delights have violent ends.<div style="text-align: center;">
don't speak in anger,</div>
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don't speak in angst,</div>
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don't speak in tears,</div>
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don't speak from the heart.</div>
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remain in silence as long as it takes.</div>
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don't shoot.</div>
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i'm not ok.</div>
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i swallow with the intention of swallowing the pain.</div>
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i place both my hands over my ears to try to stop my head from spinning.</div>
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i wrap my arms around my chest just to stay in one piece.</div>
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i can't even put sentences together because i'm so broken.</div>
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shoot.</div>
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no, don't shoot.</div>
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i'm still broken.</div>
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i can't fix this mess.</div>
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i can't fix me.</div>
rosita queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817301663633563082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105141637570036848.post-80961745179511907642010-04-25T19:47:00.000-07:002010-04-25T20:21:38.691-07:00what am i to you?Because you are the one i love and the one i'm in love with, the one i miss so much that it hurts, the one i trust, the one that makes me feel weak in the knees and go blank. i picture your face in the back of my mind while i go through all the details i have in my head, the smell of your hair, the sound of your voice, the texture of your skin and the curvature of your muscles around your shoulders, the exact moment when i notice you're already asleep, the exact moment when i close my eyes and smile because i have you with me. to make it a short story: you are the world to me.<br /><br />what am i to you, then?<br />i'm nothing but a broken heart trying to find out if you're still in love with me.<br /><br />i wish you knew how hard i hold myself to you, because the last thing i want in this world is to wake up one morning and realize you're not mine anymore.rosita queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817301663633563082noreply@blogger.com0