Mommy... Johnny brought a gun to school,
He told his vrienden that it was cool,
And when he pulled the trigger back,
It shot with a great crack.
Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told,
I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!
But Mommy, when I went school that day,
I never zei good-bye,
I'm sorry Mommy, I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry. When Johnny shot
the gun, He hit me and another,
And all because Johnny, Got the gun from his older brother.
Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,
And please tell Chris; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush.
And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,
And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now, And
tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best; Mommy, I'm not
the first, I'm no better than the rest.
Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't toon up for class,
And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass.
Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one deserves this,
Mommy, warn the others, Mommy I left without a kiss.
And Mommy tell the doctors; I know they really did try,
I think I even saw a doctor, Trying not to cry.
Mommy, I'm slowly dying, With a bullet in my chest,
But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest. Mommy I ran as
fast as I could,
When I heard that crack, Mommy, listen to me if u would,
I wanted to go to college; I wanted to try things that were new,
I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo.
I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,
I wanted to be an actress, Mommy, I wanted to live.
But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,
Mommy, tell my Chris, I'm sorry but I had to annuleer the date.
I love u Mommy, I always have, I know; u know it's true, And Mommy all
I wanted to say is,"Mommy, I love you."
***In Memory of The Columbine Students Who Were Lost***
Please if u would,
Pass this around,
I'd be happy if u could,
Don't smash this on the ground.
If u pass this on,
Maybe people will cry,
Just keep this in your heart,
For the people who didn't get to say "Good-bye."
Now u have 2 choices,
1) Repost and toon people u care
2) Ignore it and u have just proven u are a heartless mole
He told his vrienden that it was cool,
And when he pulled the trigger back,
It shot with a great crack.
Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told,
I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!
But Mommy, when I went school that day,
I never zei good-bye,
I'm sorry Mommy, I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry. When Johnny shot
the gun, He hit me and another,
And all because Johnny, Got the gun from his older brother.
Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,
And please tell Chris; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush.
And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,
And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now, And
tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best; Mommy, I'm not
the first, I'm no better than the rest.
Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't toon up for class,
And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass.
Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one deserves this,
Mommy, warn the others, Mommy I left without a kiss.
And Mommy tell the doctors; I know they really did try,
I think I even saw a doctor, Trying not to cry.
Mommy, I'm slowly dying, With a bullet in my chest,
But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest. Mommy I ran as
fast as I could,
When I heard that crack, Mommy, listen to me if u would,
I wanted to go to college; I wanted to try things that were new,
I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo.
I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,
I wanted to be an actress, Mommy, I wanted to live.
But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,
Mommy, tell my Chris, I'm sorry but I had to annuleer the date.
I love u Mommy, I always have, I know; u know it's true, And Mommy all
I wanted to say is,"Mommy, I love you."
***In Memory of The Columbine Students Who Were Lost***
Please if u would,
Pass this around,
I'd be happy if u could,
Don't smash this on the ground.
If u pass this on,
Maybe people will cry,
Just keep this in your heart,
For the people who didn't get to say "Good-bye."
Now u have 2 choices,
1) Repost and toon people u care
2) Ignore it and u have just proven u are a heartless mole
hi to anyone who is reading this now. my name is lauren and i am currently only 14. i love to write and read, but im finding it hard to come up with ideas. i was hoping that some people could give me ideas on what kind of stories they like and a basic plot and i could expand on the idea. if i did write one i would post it on here, door chapter and u would get half of the credit, lol. of course if u would want me to help write u write it instead of me of u would want to help me write it, around your idea, i would be fine with that. i really would appreciate any ideas i have a few but im not sure if u guys would read it, i need opinions from anyone. thanks.
A place I once trusted
A place I once believed in
A place I once loved
A place I once missed
Is coved under a masquerade
Of misery and pain
The blue in the sky is now a shade
I feel like all this time was a game
A game of sham
A game of backstabbing
A game of war
A game of fate
I feel trapped in a box
Crammed in and lonely
With nothing but locks
With no key so that it can hold me
A box of lies
A box of fear
A box of loneliness
A box of weakness
I always have a word on mind
Just a few words long
To me it seems so thoughtful and kind
To me free it isn't a dance of song
Free as the wind
Free as a bird
Free as an angel
Free as a shooting ster
The feeling will come to me
But not right now
I hope my soul can soon be free
So then I can take my final bow
A place I once believed in
A place I once loved
A place I once missed
Is coved under a masquerade
Of misery and pain
The blue in the sky is now a shade
I feel like all this time was a game
A game of sham
A game of backstabbing
A game of war
A game of fate
I feel trapped in a box
Crammed in and lonely
With nothing but locks
With no key so that it can hold me
A box of lies
A box of fear
A box of loneliness
A box of weakness
I always have a word on mind
Just a few words long
To me it seems so thoughtful and kind
To me free it isn't a dance of song
Free as the wind
Free as a bird
Free as an angel
Free as a shooting ster
The feeling will come to me
But not right now
I hope my soul can soon be free
So then I can take my final bow
The hart-, hart has long been considered to be where feelings of love dwell.In love songs throughout the ages,love almost always goes together with the heart.The hart-, hart has continuously been viewed as the place where love begins and develops.Even the Bible gives quote to love and the heart.
The role of the hart-, hart in love must come from what happens to it when a person feels strongly attracted to someone.The strong feelings for the other person,especially in the early stages of a relationship,have the results that the hart-, hart starts beating faster and breathing starts speeding up.
According to psychologists,a love relationship is a situation that involves a lot of stress and the body reacts to this door getting ready to face the unknown.This has veen called the 'fight of flight' reaction,meeting danger door fighting it of running away.So with love,the hart-, hart accelerates and breathing becomes quick.
The role of the hart-, hart in love must come from what happens to it when a person feels strongly attracted to someone.The strong feelings for the other person,especially in the early stages of a relationship,have the results that the hart-, hart starts beating faster and breathing starts speeding up.
According to psychologists,a love relationship is a situation that involves a lot of stress and the body reacts to this door getting ready to face the unknown.This has veen called the 'fight of flight' reaction,meeting danger door fighting it of running away.So with love,the hart-, hart accelerates and breathing becomes quick.
now standing on last dag of jaar
i look back and see smiles and tears
somedays it was new too
somedays our mailboxes were filled with greetings
greetings of arrival of 01/01/2011
dag door dag we got used to
night door night we got close
so many starts so many ends
so many left so many got friends
learnt so much taught so much
learnt to smile learnt to give
learnt to die learnt to live
with loads of hugs and kisses
bye bye 2011
volgende time we'll say
"damn our hart-, hart still misses
THE 2011"
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i look back and see smiles and tears
somedays it was new too
somedays our mailboxes were filled with greetings
greetings of arrival of 01/01/2011
dag door dag we got used to
night door night we got close
so many starts so many ends
so many left so many got friends
learnt so much taught so much
learnt to smile learnt to give
learnt to die learnt to live
with loads of hugs and kisses
bye bye 2011
volgende time we'll say
"damn our hart-, hart still misses
THE 2011"
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.they wanted a longer artikel :P