Feeling: bizarre
She walks to the meadow with the weights on her shoulders in a white flowing dress
the wind blows her golden blonde hair
the yellow sunflowers dance along with the autumn leaves
She begins to weep
the slaty tears stream down her face into her red full lips
She takes the heavy weights off and lays the in the tall grass
Turns and walks away
Leaving her past and worries behind her
ryn: I did save it, but I have two other accounts for which I didn't save the original e-mail for. I don't know how to get the passwords for them.
concerts at the fair are concerts! were u even there?
Hey who is this?
thats really nice. but anyhoo, it seems like there are five million ways to spell the same name nowadays. jordan, jordyn, jordon, jorden, jordin, jourdanne even.
no problem!!
nice entry
randomly stumbled upon ur diary
i like your backround.
its awsome xx