
What's A Girl To Do?What's a girl to do,More Like This
When she's torn between the two?
He made her laugh,
Now he's the reason she's cried.
He taught her to live,
Now she's dying inside.
She got what she wanted,
A true boy to care.
But as live moves on,
It's too much to bear.
He was once perfect!
Or at least seemed to be.
And her sister always said,
That they were meant to be.
But then were is the spark?
That old rush of joy!
Her heart's beating quickly,
But not for the same boy.
He's sweet on her,
And treats her right.
He calls her "baby",
And talks with her till night.
Is she ready to give it up?
The boy who was perfect?
Replace him with this new bo

Is It Love?If I hugged you,More Like This
would you never let go?
If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?
If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?
If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?
If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?
If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?
If I needed to go,
would you come with me?
If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?

He Is Not An Edward.He is not an Edward.More Like This
He doesn't stare at me every minute he is with me.
Or smell my hair and watch me sleep.
Won't follow me, like a lost puppy,
Sometimes, he'll even walk away.
He doesn't love me for my faults,
It's in spite of them.
He'll notice pretty girls, even think of
past lovers
When he laughs at me, it's because I'm silly,
Not cute
Or Perfect.
The thought of me getting hurt does not bring tears to his eyes.
He would not die if I died,
He is not an Edward.
And I am not a Bella.
We are real.
Our love is real.
And that,
Is more important, and genuine
Than idealistic, impossible fantasies.
Screw Edward.

Sticks and StonesSticks and stonesMore Like This
May break my bones,
But the blood I bleed reminds me.
The shattered glass
May show my past,
But scars show what's behind me.
The empty room
May fill me with gloom,
But the tears I've wept have burnt me.
A bullet that kills
May release all my thrills,
But names will never hurt me.

Sticks and StonesSticks and stonesMore Like This
May break my bones,
But the blood I bleed reminds me.
The shattered glass
May show my past,
But scars show what's behind me.
The empty room
May fill me with gloom,
But the tears I've wept have burnt me.
A bullet that kills
May release all my thrills,
But names will never hurt me.

One Question.I only have a question.More Like This
It's a rather simple question,
but the answer isn't that easy.
Why dwell on what could have been?
Is one person,
worth all of that pain?
Is one decision?
worth all the strain?
Why look back at all the wrong?
When all you can do is move along?
You can never go back,
so don't regret.
Live every moment,
like it's the last.
Because someday,
life could end in a second.

I write...I write to ventMore Like This
I write to express myself
I write to connect with others in my same situation
I write because I'm afraid of what I'll do if I don't
Instead of actually doing something
I write it down and that is enough
For now
Sometimes it's not enough and I have scars to show for it
I try to keep myself in check
I try to behave
I try to get people to like me
But sometimes it's just not enough
The funny thing
Is most people don't know why they dislike me
They just do
It feels like I'm fighting fate
There is a silly thing
Fate
It's just an excuse for people's miserable failures
Of course, I'm an emo for thinking that
I'm no

Gamzee x reader prt 3Walking off you could feel his eyes burning into the back of your head. the butterflies had already started and were furiosly eating at your stomach.More Like This
you kept dragging your duffle at your feet again, the thing seemed to have a thousand more pounds than you rememberd. huffing and grumbeling down the side walk.
'where am i going.....' you suddenly realized. 'i cant turn arround... hes probibly still gwaking at my horrid actions that i TOTALLY did not feel bad for doing.'
reaching in your pocket you pull out a small pocket mirror, looking in it to see if he indeed was still their, which he was... but not just standing their, he was

Gamzee X reader prt 2"Gamzee dont be cracked... i dont... i cant..." you studderd reaching for the door knob once again. I cant be falling for a troll! no... i cant, but why the heck am i so jealous then?... you thought to yourself.More Like This
"__name__..." he started but was cut off by the door knocking and a fermiliar voice shouting 'Uh,,,Gamzeeee~!'
your heart sank to the deepiest depts of your bodey. You couldnt even explane the pain in your heart right at this moment, but then suddenly all that pain turned into something else... anger. flinnging the door open you stomp out of Gamzee's hive.
"Uh,,, whats her, Uh,, problem?" you could hear their last bits of conversat

Gamze X reader Part 1"CoMon!" Gamzee pointed a green glazed finger torwards you "TrY It! It WiLl MaKe YoU FeEl BeTtEr~!"More Like This
"No... just no." you shook your head at him, you cant possibly be tempted... no.
"PlEaSe! FoR Me?" he whimpered and moved his hand closer to your mouth eventually forcefully opening it and shuving a hand full of his pie into your mouth. " Eh? eH?" he smiled " YoU lIkE?"
It didnt really tast like much maybe like some Faygo? Not wanting to hurt his feelings you let out a small smile and nodded your head " yum"
"Do YoU feEl AnY tHInG?"
"No not yet" you lied, when infact the room arround you was going nuts.
the chares where screaming at each