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the memoirs of a broken flame,
and different twists of the battle...
The Thought To Inspire: I dreaded that night when he said he can give nothing more than friendship. Stupid risk, I thought.. I never should've done that prat of a blog entry.. I risked nothing but unrequity. And I got it.. However, I was blessed.. And I've never been the same again.. But something else was taken away from me.. but I don't regret it.. Few scornful disparages I've got, and he's still there.. More disdainings, and he never left me.. The fire in me burned scarlet.. And from pieces I
had been, I believed repairs since then.. I can't explain how his stares take my breath away.. He makes me smile without even trying.. Against all odds, my presence seem to be, I CARE NOT..
Never did it occur in my mind that forever reeked this good..
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Friday, June 8, 2007
Being broken hearted is like having a pair of broken ribs...
It looks okay on the outside
—but every breath hurts...
the purple pyrolyptic princess burned
her match stick on 2:54 PM