Teardrops; They Fall Like Rain

10:00pm - a breakdown.
She walks off the bus, comming home from an amazing night spent with friends and she falls to her knees. As the white frozen rain decends from the sky she picks herself up from the ground and cowers onto a telephone pole, tears streaming down her face. "I miss you", she cries. Whenever snow falls in her town, it does nothing but remind her of you and that freezes her heart...ice. Can you melt this freeze? Can you heal this hurt? That's all she wants. She needs you back. Everywhere she turns; it reminds her of you. She will cry herself to sleep until she has you in her arms again. Her name is Hopeful for a reason.
Do you remember when you told her that fait is what brought you two together? She does.
Do you remember when you told her that it will all last forever? She does.
Do you remember thoes words you told her everyday and everynight? 'I love you'...'Forever and Always'. Did you mean that? Because she is hopeful, she believes that you did mean that. She believes that you truly loved her, and still do. So, why can't you show her? Speak the truth. Speak from the heart. Speak.

Smoking His Last Cigarette

"She's fashionable now; she smokes!"

Since when has the habbit of smoking became a fashion statement? A simple habbit that causes death now resembles art, beauty and passion? This just doesn't seem right to her. Her addiction, a habbit not wanting to be broken is now beautiful to others. It seems to confusing for her to grasp. To some her habbit is disgusting but now...beautiful. Watching the television program, Britian's Next Top Model, she notices the potential models that she looks up to, who inspire her to do greatness; are partaking in this habbit. All looking so eligant and sophisticated with their cigarettes in hand. Is that how others see her? Probably not.