Staring

Staring at the table
hearing you talk
can't even look at you
can't even breath

Want to run away
want to be free
you make me hurt inside
I am nothing

Que Quowle

To see

To hate for what you've done
To love for what I lost
To see for what I am
To give for what I'm worth

I lost the one for me
I never had him here
He gave me what I need
His hate it cut me deep

Then you came along
First didn't see it was you
You held me tight and always
Never knew love until I found you

Que Quowle

Sadness

Okay so it seems like I won't be going to go to america after all, that is a bit sad, but maybe then now I can find a husband and start a family, even though I would love to have a job to... searching franticly (spelling?) ah well.. someone knows anything I can apply to?

Think I acctually might redo this blog sort of.. use it for my poems.. might be interesting.
But I will start that another post if that will be..

Que Quowle.