ThePaperCraneGirl

~You Don't Understand~ It's like you don't understand me. I don't think you ever will and I don't know why I even try. Do you understand what I am saying? Because I know you don't and I know you won't. That is why I do not try. It's like you don't understand me. I think you try and I try to explain. Maybe to no end. But I tried enough times to explain. Because I know you tried and I tried. That is why I stopped trying. ~Vous ne comprenez pas~ C'est comme si tu ne me comprends pas. Je ne pense pas que vous ne le fera jamais et je ne sais pas pourquoi je même essayer. Vous comprenez ce que je veux dire? Parce que je sais que vous n'avez pas

I hate goodbyes, They're forever, Fleeting, Unsure, Goodbyes are not happy moments. They're fleeting, When you say goodbye, Goodbyes don't last, They're unsure, They are like asking, Am I ever going to see you again? They're forever, It's like the other saying, I will never see you again.

In the rain, My red boots,  Grey coat,   Black Umbrella.    I'm at the bus stop.     Waiting for the bus. The cars go by.  A yellow taxi,   A blue car,    And a limousine,     As I wait for the bus,      Patiently.

 Kindergarten I sat on my new swing, put up the day before by my Daddy. I struggled to get on, but flailing and falling on the ground. First Grade My best friend Tommy came over and he pushed me on the swing. We took turns. Second Grade I put my book down by the tree my swing was under. I sat down, and pumped my legs, higher and higher, but then falling and breaking my leg, and having to go to the hospital. Third Grade Tommy and I played "astronauts" on the swing. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1… BLAST OFF! Fourth Grade I sat on the swing and read a book about a Magic Tree house. I wondered if I could get a tree house. Fifth Grade Bethany,

"Taxi! Aw, crap." I muttered as a bus splashed polluted, city rainwater on my new coat "This Valentine's Day has taken a turn for the better." Which in fact, it had been better than last year, when my fiancé dumped me and left me homeless to move in with my parents. So at that point, I moved into the city, and did I hate the city. The air was polluted, I could feel it everywhere, my small apartment was cramped (I still hadn't unpacked all the boxes creating an even more cramped look) and I hated taxies. "Finally," I breathed a sigh of relief when a taxi pulled my way. I lugged my shopping bags into the taxi and gave the directions to th

It's like I am a leaf Floating away I tried to stay Trying to get back to the tree But you are the tree And I was hanging on But you had let go And I floated away Now you want me back But it's too late Because I am gone I let go