Fristelsen (original) (raw)
Mon, May. 16th, 2005, 03:53 pm
Except for someone.
My journal will be friends only.
So if you are my friend, add me.
If you aren't, go away. Thanks.
Wed, May. 4th, 2005, 04:54 pm
a letter to you whoever you are
Dear You,
I look at you and I see someone who knows who they are. I look at you and I see somone I want to be. More importantly, I look at you and I see someone I want to be with. (Can you look at me and see what I want to be?)
A muse- not beautiful but not ugly- more of that ordinary beauty that is so dangerous and it draws you in, little by little, and only lets you out when it pleases.
Or maybe that is just one more dream.
Even if- won't you fly away to Neverland with me? Won't you follow that white rabbit to Wonderland with me? Or a whole new land just for us- take a right at Narnia, left at Oz, and keep on flying until you hit that 'x' on the treasure map.
I guess I just want to be the girl that someone would want to take to Neverland. And I am always afraid that I will never be that girl. Or even the second choice. Maybe not even the third or fourth or fifth.
What would make me even an option as that girl?
Nothing that I have. Not my blue eyes and brown hair- it's all too plain. Or my too big nose with that slight bump that identifies anyone in my family as that Norwegian slash Swedish slash Danish mix. Nothing is special about me.
Can you find something?
I just want somebody to fall in love with me.
Can that be you?
Sincerely Me