tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638190034894319592012-02-16T09:20:05.745-08:00My Dreams My Music My ThoughtsStarPinoreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763819003489431959.post-49904439078633619812009-02-08T04:23:00.000-08:002009-02-08T04:53:17.486-08:00i wanna talk to u<br /><div>but i can't</div><div>i wanna tell u</div><div>but i'm scared</div><div> </div><div>everytime u see me there's a smile on my face</div><div>always and forever</div><div>but what if it's just fake?<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HP0S6MLvD2o/SY7VhQ696TI/AAAAAAAAAKA/S5ZRSLPuts4/s1600-h/smile.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300408578916346162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HP0S6MLvD2o/SY7VhQ696TI/AAAAAAAAAKA/S5ZRSLPuts4/s320/smile.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HP0S6MLvD2o/SY7VhQ696TI/AAAAAAAAAKA/S5ZRSLPuts4/s1600-h/smile.jpg"></a> </div><div> </div><div>I'm always here; always with a smile</div><div>if someone's hurt then cheer them up</div><div>even if it's really hard; just try</div><div>it's not hard to smile love</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>but who knows if my smile is real or fake</div><div>by the time u know, it might be too late</div><div>i could be hiding</div><div>hiding away my true tears</div><div>but u might never know</div><div>about the pain behind the smile</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763819003489431959-4990443907863361981?l=totheskyibelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>StarPinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763819003489431959.post-6327753397108298652009-01-16T09:31:00.000-08:002009-01-16T09:58:53.518-08:00today an angel cried.<br /><br />she cried and cried; pure white pearls rolling down her cheeks. she got beaten up but no one helped her. no one stopped the fight. the angel didn't fight back; she couldn't. she just got beaten up n she cried n cried but no one helped her...did anyone even care?<br /><br /><br />some of them wanted to help her...tried to help her...but couldn't help her...why?<br /><br /><br />why did the rest just stand there n watch the angel get beaten up? why? what if it was them getting beaten up instead of the angel?<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HP0S6MLvD2o/SXDKbpupmXI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-7AlEI2o_-k/s1600-h/sad+angel.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291952138567129458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HP0S6MLvD2o/SXDKbpupmXI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-7AlEI2o_-k/s320/sad+angel.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />the angel was a misunderstood angel...she got misunders<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HP0S6MLvD2o/SXDJiBZB7VI/AAAAAAAAAJI/px__sSbMCdY/s1600-h/sad.....jpg"></a>tood by them...so she got beaten up...but it wasn't her fault...<br /><br /><br />why didn't they think about it?...why?<br /><br /><br />today an angel cried. an angel who was always talking n never did stop talking n always had a smile on her face....she cried today<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763819003489431959-632775339710829865?l=totheskyibelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>StarPinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2763819003489431959.post-32585219982491512252009-01-15T09:26:00.000-08:002009-01-16T09:31:02.854-08:00Let's all hold out our hands every day<br /><div><div>And spin round and round and say<br /><br />Isn't life cherry ice cream with chunky chocolate chips?</div><div>Isn't life a theme park, a rolling, a rip-roaring rollercoaster ride?</div><div>Isn't life all the shades of the rainbow seeping through every pore?</div><div>Isn't life a blooming flower with a sunshine-smile on its side?</div><div>Isn't life pop music, class music, a box of paints and a world through each door?</div><div>Isn't life a burst of light,</div><div>A scent to delight,</div><div>A phoenix rising, dazzling in the night?</div><div>Isn't life magnificient mountain peak or a silent woods or warm waves lapping a sandy shore?</div><div>Isn't life anything, everything you make it and then much, much, so much, oh much, more?</div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>ISN'T LIFE WONDERFUL!</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HP0S6MLvD2o/SXDD-tWukzI/AAAAAAAAAJA/VE-yXjAqoOQ/s1600-h/YAY!+-+Copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291945044254561074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 385px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HP0S6MLvD2o/SXDD-tWukzI/AAAAAAAAAJA/VE-yXjAqoOQ/s400/YAY!+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HP0S6MLvD2o/SW930A7XomI/AAAAAAAAAI4/i9_0ZUm15qM/s1600-h/belive+that+i+can+fly.png"></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2763819003489431959-3258521998249151225?l=totheskyibelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>StarPinoreply@blogger.com0