Vee.bby

and when my trust in you is one day gone,

dont bother asking why.

i’ve spent too many moments asking you to not lie.

you waste your breath on insignificant, pointless white lies, what’s so hard about saying what really went down?

continue this bullshit and it may lead to me no longer being around.

i hate to even speak of such a tragedy, but you’ve just gotta know..

i cant stand it when you lie, the nonsense has GOT to go !

i love you more than words can say, and i dont ever want you to go away… but i just cant fathom the thought of losing all trust in you all because of one little lie.

give me the respect i deserve

and dont let the truth curve.

And I’ll take back what’s mine,

Keep it , hold it, and protect it myself until its time..

The right time that I know I can truly place it in your hands,

But until then I will only give myself strand by strand.

Already I have replaced the wall that was once there ,

Only not so tall this time , so that there will be nothing to tear.

You will simply have to hop over when you’re ready,

And until that day I will be waiting on this side holding steady.

-Vee

When someone truly cares , they’ll do whatever it takess . <33

(no questions asked .)

why is that after wanting something for quite a while , and finally (sort of) getting it…im not necessarily satisfied ?

a wise man once said “Dont let your happenings destroy your happiness.”

but what is more important… happiness, or making the “right choice”?

it’s funny how when you’re up late at night, all these things just start running through your head. Things of little to no importance, or things of great to dire importance. Then you begin to focus on one particular subject or thought, and you stay on it, making it a significant object, paying attention to nothing else. You zone out everything around you and stare out into nothing just pondering/contemplating. Then somehow while still focused, you slowly allow your mind to wander onto imaginings or sub-thoughts. Interesting thing it is, especially when at the end, you may still come to no resolve. Then what is left? What is left but to soon return and go through it again and again, until the questions sewn into the fabrics of this thought are finally answered.