MJ

the man taught me to dance without knowing it is gone. cant believe it. and there is noone here for me to talk. about time i moved on. about time i forgot. let his death be the death of my missing her. of my idiotic grieving. no more walking around, doing what i have to with no feelings no emotions.

thanks MJ in your death i have been brought back to life

L.O.V.E

They call it falling in love
Cos you always get hurt

Its hard to be rational
When you heart is hurting
Sometimes it feels physical
And burns through your soul

Some lie in bed
Others have to react
Some keep talking
Others just stay walking

It is a stand you both take
And one way or the other
Someones going to have to blink

You snooze
You lose

Look who's crying now