It's crazy as soon aas you come into my life, I am thrilled, everything will be okay, My life will be perfect as long as your near. My HEART burts of just the thought of you I want you so bad but is such a bad thing. Hushhhhh. There is no begging. Begging for you to stay like a homeless begs for food. But, I know I can't breath without you. I dont't want to be materaisit I just want to be happy. With you in my hands I will be happy. But yet you leave me on the sidde of the road whimpering for you to come back. An on and off again relationship. Please come bcak to me for I am drowing in my own tears, My own walls that fall on the side of me. I hate that I need you but I do. YOUR MY DRUG. I know!!! I know!!! It's bad to want you or even speak
Dramatic Monologues The dramatic monologue features a speaker talking to a silent listener about a dramatic event or experience. The use of this technique affords the reader an intimate knowledge of the speaker's changing thoughts and feelings. In a sense, the poet brings the reader inside the mind of the speaker. (Glenn Everett online) Like a sculpturer pressing clay to form a man, a writer can create a persona with words. Every stroke of his hand becomes his or her own style, slowly creating this stone image.
I got back to the room and closed the door. My heart was pounding as I rested on the back of it. I couldn't believe that just happened, but what I couldn't believe most was that I didn't try to do anything about it. I mean what kind of punk was I? I woke my sister up to help mom, and in return, she also ended up hurt.
Read this, okay? I've tried to stop caring, but I can't. I'm sick of being worried about you, so tell me wtf is wrong? Why do you "give up"? Tell me what happened.
I was suddenly seized with great fright. the world as I knew it seemed to me strange even tiny almost nonexistent. this heat, which seemed to me to be overwhelming, seems to me almost reassuring, and I will even say almost heavenly. And in a split second everything stopped.
“¨Hello?¨ I said, his voice quaking as the rusty door swung open and hit the wall resulting in a booming echo. I cautiously stepped into the poorly lit room, preventing me from taking in my whereabouts. Confusion clouded my brain as, little by little my hope died down ¨ Ahh Alexander, you're finally here. Haven't your parents ever told you that it’s rude to be late?¨the a powerful voice filled the room. I could hear the smirk in his voice.
Hi, this is his ex-girlfriend. First of all, I hate you. Not because he thinks you're pretty, or successful or whatever, I hate you because you hurt him. You broke his heart.
I'll never forgive myself for letting you in. I'll never forgive myself for falling for your green eyes, dark hair and that smirk of yours. I always had my doubts about you, but when I was reassured by all of my friends that you were the one for me, I listened and now, I regret it. It hurts me to walk past you in the hall and act as though it's not killing me inside to pretend I didn't fall head over heels for you. It kills me to think that I thought I was the only girl on your mind, but boy, I was wrong.
High school is full of drama. I like to think myself above it, as many do. But as much as one runs away from something, there's always the chance it’ll still bite you- which i’ve learned first-handedly. My friends are always feuding, they’re like cats, it almost seems like they were never friends.Then here I am- the dopey loving dog who just sits and wishes for a happy family. It is difficult being in the middle because you are 2x as likely to be accused of choosing sides or being a “backstabber”, there is no doubt that it is a fine line to walk. However, let me tell you, being the calm eye in the anger storm is great. I am the only voice of reason, the bridge over the gap. My own calm and happy vibes almost seem to radiate off me onto the feuding, originating from
For a multitude of people, during their early years, people can be very irrational and crude. They can also experience many life changing events both beneficial and negative. I went through a very similar case, but luckily for me a light shined through the cracks of my dark, impenetrable heart to turn me into a different person. I was welcomed with a shower of warmth and this was the catalyst for me to be a better human being with morals.
Do you ever do something you wish you could take back immediately? Something you knew you shouldn’t have said or done in the heat of the moment? This wasn’t one of those times. I couldn’t bring myself to stop stabbing him, I had more frustration to let out than I had grasped. The walls being painted with the end of his life wasn’t enough for me, I had to see it for myself.
“It’s great to spend an evening like this, don’t you think?” Miss Sophia started the conversation when we took a walk on the beach after the dinner. Peaceful evening, with a gentle breeze breathing in the air, I was a gratification to be with her. “Yeah, I really need this.
You often cross my mind. My friends tell me I’m crazy. Maybe I am. At times, it’s tempting to ask our friends how you’re doing. But I don’t bother.
I’m surprised that I have not become afraid to commit, Simply because falling for someone can be hardest, And I am convinced that most my life, Cupid shot random targets. So out of the fear of another misplaced arrow, My insecurities linger in the back of my head,
Dear Noah, I can’t think of anything to say right now except for I love you. I love you for wanting to meet me and when that day came you could only spend a few hours with me before you had to go to work, but when you got off of work you wanted to come over again so you could spend more time with me. A couple of days later I came down with a really bad cold and I stayed home from school so later that night you came over to watch movies, you brough me a Dr. Pepper and a muffin (the muffin tasted good btw). I love you for sneaking a couple of pictures of me bottle feeding the calf. I love you for everything you do for me.
I know that you don’t love me and I don’t expect you to. I just don’t want you to completely ignore my feelings for you. When I’m sad, it’s probably because I’m thinking of you. If I’m avoiding you, it’s because I don’t want to burst into tears.