How can things go from blissful to heartbroken in minutes? Can they be salvaged? I think not.
How to stop the pain that my broken heart is in and how to heal my broken heart that everyone just keep on stepping on the broken pieces? (Sighs sadly)
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"find out about what I like or what I'm good at"
"how do you know if you like something?"
"there's a way. Your heart starts beating fast. When you find something you like....." She paused for a second and placed her hand over her heart. " This here, starts beating fast. My papa said his heart still flutters when he sees the clouds get dark and the smell of rain." She laughed softly.
"i'll have to experience that....that kind of feeling." I then put my hand on my heart until I realized what I was doing. "hurry up. I am going now. Bye"
"bye"
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See I remember our conversation. I still run it in my head still today, knowing exactly what and how you said it. How I do miss you.... How I wish my heart would stop fluttering when I see or think about you. It's amazing feeling. I wish your heart did the same but we both know it has past since that day.
Who does that little twat think he is? It was a playful little picture, and a playful remark, and everyone else was all like, hey how funny, and i miss you guys and little smart retorts. But then saying next time i see you I'll report you to the KGB and deport your ass back to Siberia, capitalist scum. 1) i'm not even from Siberia! Not one drop of blood is SSiberian in my veins, if he said Hungary, different story but... 2) if that was a joke, he took it too far! I mean how am i not to be offended by that shit!
Who wants to help me find this asshole and put him in his place!
Today was very emotional. I walked my beautiful daughter down the pathway to meet her soon to be husband. It was a beautiful ceremony, a gorgeous day, that could not have been more perfect.
Tired of people and everything else
I am a ticking bomb. tic toc tic toc
How I hate when friends/people always misunderstand everything I say
Oh oh oh.... I don't know what I am thinking no more.
... O.o scared now, in a study room and somebody passed by and said my name...
At least I see she is still around...but no word from her directly. ggrrrr!! lol! ily
Someone else ... but I always miss at least seeing you around even if we do not always communicate directly. Love ya!! Stay SWEET!!
Will I ever actually write a story, or is it just going to be poems? 
I'm a reluctant poet. For me, personally, poems are quick and easy, no muss, no fuss. Just in-out, get the job done. I don't take my poems seriously, even when they cover serious topics. Kitty just wants to write a bloody story! 
Fucking poems, they just keep coming. Make them stop, please! 