Syn- The goddess of watchfulness and truth.
My name is Alyssa and I just turned 24 (or 207 depends on you want to look at it, either way I'm still a baby {yes laugh here} )
I'm here to hang out and talk to people, what I am not here for is to be judged by people with holier than thou attitudes. You think you know more me, you just might, but keep your attitude to yourself. I'll quote someone else on this .. for all that give me a low score I thank you for your honesty and laugh at your jealousy.
We are here to talk and make friends right? Not you? NEXT thank and have a nice day!
People handing out 1's and such seriously come on... oh quite bare or you have alot of work to do. No duh I've here like an hour.
Now I've told you what I was thinking, give me what you want because it will not change what I write, do or say.
So now you probably want to know how I rate I give tens.. you showed up, you've tried. = a ten. Now if you've been rude I probably just wont rate you.
I'm a total libra I change my mind on things like what I'm into all the time so I probably wont be doing a list of sorts of like and dislikes. So I will post pictures of things I like from time to time.
A shadow around the corner, a bump in the night
I know the name of this emotion that seeps into my pores, it is fright
Im not being paranoid at all
The man who is following me is handsome and tall
It is to him that I am in love
But, right now, he should be watching from above
For he is several centries old
For this immortality, his soul he sold
For he is a vampire, strong and true
And of me he has a perfect view
On those sunny days he must hide
But when it clouds over he comes outside
He follows me, watches from where I cant see
Though I know, where I am, he may also be
On those sunny days though, at night is when he comes out
Lurking in the shadows, watching, waiting about
For when he thinks that I am asleep
Into my home, I know hell creep
I hear was he walks on the floor
He quietly pushes open my door
I hear his feet walk towards me in my bed
His icy hand gently brushes against my head
He swallows a great breath, and heaves a sigh
For he knows he must one day let me die
He doesnt want to take away my soul
Though without him, I cant be whole
He leaves my room until tomorrow
I wish a razor blade hed lend me to borrow
For without him there is no point to me
Without him, my one true love, how will I be happy
