one of the hardest things to realize is
what was will never be
and what will be is not what you wanted
i hate the way you talk to me
and the way you cut your hair
i hate the way you drive my car
i hate it when you stare
i hate your big dumb combat boots
and the way you read my mind
i hate you so much it makes me sick
it even makes me rhyme
i hate the way your always right
i hate it when you lie
i hate it when you make me laugh
even worse when you make me cry
i hate it when your not around
and the fact you didn't call
mostly i hate the way i don't hate you
not even close not even a little bit not even at all
For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others;
for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness;
and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.”
--Audrey Hepburn
A friend who makes you choose is no friend at all
