Between her legs, lies something that
every man seems to want.
A place where she should be able
to call her own, between her legs.
She feels that men only want her,
a true want, to have sex with her, and
walk away.
The breasts she has, they gain
stares from men passing by, tripping
over themselves to find a chance to touch.
When will she stop being looked at,
as an object of sex? when will a man
see her as someone he may spend his
life with?
Her hips curve, and she doesnt
want your hands on them, if your
just going to touch her skin.
She wants a man to touch her soul,
not just touch her skin, and run his
I hear voices in my head they speak of you, and understand.
I ask them "What shall I do? Can I confess my love to you?"
The talk to me. But can they see?
They know all the things that I do, but feel not my love for you.
They question me and my love, for a beautiful girl.
The one whom I base around my entire world.
You're an angel, from above.
Gracing me with your love.
If only I could be your man,
But knowing me, I never can.
→ Name: Danielle Messina → Age: 16 → Gender: Female (duh) → Sexuality: Bisexual → Favorite color: Green → Favorite animal: Fennec Fox → Favorite food: Spaghetti → Favorite drink: Water or Milk → Relationship status: <3 → Location: USA, Louisiana
Current Residence: A house Favourite genre of music: All types besides rap MP3 player of choice: iPod Wallpaper of choice: Something bloody Skin of choice: Fur Favourite cartoon character: Bugs Bunny
Favourite Movies
Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief
Alright so... I have a pretty normal day today. Woke up, went to Aya's to get a ride to school. Spent around seven hours at school, came home and hung out. Mom came home and was like: "Wanna go to Krystal's house today?" (Krystal is my sister from my mom's side of the family) and I said sure. So I grab my iPod, phone, and laptop and we head out to go see my sister.
We tried to call her phone to see what she wanted to eat and she didn't answer. We were like: "Oh, she must be at the daycare picking up Braxton(her son)" so We wait and call back once we're in the driveway of her house. She's not there, so we think she may be running late on pick