Biography of astrid carolina
What's the point of writing a whole paragraph about me? I'd rather just explain why i'm here. I love poetry. I will wake up in the middle of the night thinking about the person who completly distroyed my life, and i will have a poem, i'll dream of my writing. And I just hope one day i can become a famous poet. And follow my dreams (for the fact that i'm only 13 [for the stalkers lmao]) And well i'm here just to start off. I've lived things a normal girl my age shouldn't of. but i love my life and it's all good, i know i'm young but i fell in love. And it was a preety stupid mistake of mine really. Now i know that.
But i'm happy i made that mistake because now i can live my life knowing that there REALLY is love out there for everyone, i'm just not ready for it, or if i am, i'm too young. and rather focus on this. my dreams. instead of some stupid lil imature kid who thinks a peck is 'making out'.
This is my life theory: There's love out there for everyone, we just need to know what we love and it'll walk right up to us and say hey. but i'm not mature enough for that. i'm not ready to fall in love once more. There IS love out there for me. But who know's if i'll ever find it. and if i do, i'm happy. if i don't i'll just live it up. the way things should be.
astrid carolina's Works:
haha working on this onee!
look out for the book, 'what you don't know about teenagers'
jeje my life story.
astrid carolina Poems
Sweet Taste Of Poisen
No one said we'd last forever But that was what I thought And now that we aren't together,
Our trust was like a mirror And you broke it, You hurt yourself, And all the pieces fell on me.
What To Think?
It is five in the morning. The House feels as if it's burning! I can't help but cry, The knife of realization sinks in and this is the way
Our Last Chance
Baby, Baby I could tell you, And that is what I'; ll do. You're not my first love and you're not my last. I could say you are but I'd be lying.
I can't do it, I can't take it anymore. Everything just left me so sore. I need to live in the present tense And not by who we were before.
The sun brings you into my life, The morning listens to our conversations, While the sky looks down and makes sure, everything is okay.
Our trust was like a mirror
And you broke it,
You hurt yourself,
And all the pieces fell on me.
You soon tryed to fix the mirror.
But you can still see,
Where some pieces that are mising should be.
I look for the pieces because what's the point