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las vegas, nevada, United States
i am Carrie Ann Kawa , i am a poet, a writer, music lover, i enjoy intresting conversations, i love the words of others , i have a deep faith in something bigger then myself , i enjoy life instead of complaining about it , i look at the stars, have a wicked sence of humor and i know some where down the line i will be where i need to be for today is today. i walk where i have no place to go , i talk when there is nothing to say , i dream when i am awake . i am carrie and that is all i am ever going to be .

Monday, November 30, 2009

why do i like {him)

you see i have always been a flirt except with him, i cant put on "the show " why, guys all the time give me their numbers ask me out , flirt back, now  i am just a flirt no one except for one in the past has peeked my intrest as much as him and its not because of what he dose i liked him before the fact , the first time i saw him and i know i have gone on about him before most of the time when i write it purges my mind so dreams and all that stuff do not get the best of me , but no this one , i dream about him , i think about him, why , he gives me no more then a quick glimpes of him and yet i am intriged , this is not like me i grew up in a very cynical home that gave no for thought to i want to say love but i feel that is a bit to much , but in truth it is what it is , my mother told me no man is every going to be the one there is no such thing said a women who was in a bad marraige and a 9 yer realationship born from the bowels of hell , so i never got hooked on a guy and besides my mom would have shot them down , but this one i do not know what it is about him ,i am clueless about my feelings , i am never this way and yet he bring this out in me when i try to talk to him i feel i sound stupid hence a person told me he is scared of me most likly i have botherd him once to often with my querry on his life and well i am me and he is who he is , i am just waiting for this crush to end , they do end dont they ?



in a way his tragic enough to fit : }
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