

Insecure LoveYour hand in mine, my hand in yours. We thought we could beat the world, Because it always seemed as if the world was set against us, Yet now as we march forward, Your love for me is changing, Its rearranging, It makes me so insecure, What if they were right? That we wouldnt win this fight, That we just are too young to understand, You and me the way we used to be inseparable, But then came the day when we became unsure, And now youre walking out that door,Insecure Love
And Im unsure whether youll come back. So please my baby just take a look, &nbs


LabyrinthThis soul appears to be some elaborate and intricately carved labyrinth, Yet if you follow long enough you hear the same words repeated again and again, Will I find love? Will I be alone forever? When will I be content with my life and myself? If you look more closely behind the calm all knowing exterior youll find a broken heart waiting to be picked up and put back together, Youll also find someone needing a shoulder to cry on,Labyrinth
Someone who is tired of just trying to please those around her and never pleasing herself, If you place your hand on the wall of this soul youll feel


Stay awhileMy hand in yours, your lips on mine, This is my very favorite kind of moment, For when you hold me close I feel so strong, Especially while listening to our favorite love song, I feel at home for once in my life, Never have I felt so loved, You make me feel like there are infinite possibilities in life, so as long as you stay near I think I will be just fine my dear.Stay awhile


Colourful MemoriesA display sits among the green and the fog - alone; Memories are seen by swirling pastels. Picasso, Botticelli, and little Jenny. The masterpieces of an age and ages of subtleties and angles, of pictures and hues.Colourful Memories
Wipe away the pain and fear, sponge the old rose, and loosen your turning wheels. The colorful chalk drips onto the green and the earth will drink away all of your memories.
A clean slate - nothing to see. An artist awaits, but little Jenny has no interest. Picasso lost his paints. Botticelli is blind
| My name is Hannah, I'm seventeen, this year I've learned a lot about myself that I didn't know, I've also gained a lot of confidence in myself, I've learned that I am someone worth knowing and being friends with. I've also learned that I'm worried about being alone forever. I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve which isnt the best idea. also peoples opinions count way to much for me, I'm an open book waiting to be read, truly I tend to trust people a little too much but I'm working on finding a good balance, My friends and family are my world, I love them to death, their part of what makes me who I am, I love to read and write, since I was little I've always had a passion for literature, History and baking are my other passions, I love knowing about how things came to be, geneolgy is amazing! cooking is what I do to get my mind off of things, My favorite color is yellow, my lucky number is 13, which is sort of a conudrum i guess, I love theatre, watching and performing, I love music although I cant really play any insturaments I wish I could, I love art especially photography and oil paintings, My great grandfather in his spare time painted oil paintings on the side and its really inspired me to look into trying to paint myself...just another thing on my long list of things to do, My two greates fears are being alone and heights... although I'm starting to get over the fear of heights! which I'm really happy about! If I had to do one thing 24/7 for the rest of my life it would be sitting on the beach reading. I love the ocean, the ocean always reminds me of how small and insigifigant I really am in this world, I also love the city walking around seeing different people and cultures all meshed into one big perfect quilt, If I could I would sit in central park and write read and draw for the rest of my life. I hope to live in NYC someday probobly not for ever but just to know what it feels like. ALright well thats all for now, if you have any questions about me or my work just ask. thanks for taking the time to read this! Hannah Claire |
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Change your mind, I'll get lost if you want me to
Somehow I've found a way to get lost in you-Lost In You by Three Days Grace
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