No Good in Goodbye

I knew you wouldn't answer after the things we said that night
You were crying I grabbed the keys and said goodbye
Well hang on please don't hang up let me talk to our machine
I've had all this time to think about what you mean to me

[Chorus]
I know you said it's over but my hearts telling me that ain't right
I know it can't be over 'cause I still wake
up reaching for you in the night
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It took leaving for me to realize there's good in goodbye

I'm listening to the talking should I pick up the phone
And lay my pride aside and say come home
I've played that moment over time and time again
When giving up seemed easier than just giving in

[Chorus]

I'll try to call you one more time
Baby if you'd just call me one more time

My Little Flower

My little Flower

By: Lili Calaway

                My name is Liliann Frost Calaway and I’m thirteen years old, but everybody calls me Lili. My parents are none other than “The Undertaker” Mark Calaway and my mom’s lead singer of her band, Lolita. I have a lot of siblings and live in a big house. I guess you could say we’re a “Normal” family. My family is pretty cool, but I’d have to say, my siblings are by far, the coolest—except for my twin, Mark Junior. He’s so annoying! But if anybody messed around with him, I’d hurt them badly. I love spending time with my dad, weather he’s at the wrestling school or in the stables at home, tending to the horses. My mom has her own horse named Wild Fire, (but she calls her Fire for short) and my dad has his horse named Durango (That horse does not like anybody but him and my mom… Maybe me…)

                I have to write this paper for my English class, though I don’t know what I’m supposed to write about exacally. I live with a bunch of wrestlers. I’m going to go off to college one day and become a doctor. I play volleyball and I can’t wait until I’m in high school. Texas is an ok place to live, but I want to get away from here. I was thinking of going to Stanford, in California. I’m smart enough to be in the eighth grade, but it is what it is, as my mom likes to say. I have bluish green eyes and tawny red/blonde hair. I’m 5’5 and I have quite the temper.

Mark to Sam, March 29th, 2011

Darlin',

I'm sorry I hurt you so much and never realized it. I'm sorry for not being there, not being your rock, or writing you letters as often as I should... And I'm sorry for letting you think I don't care about us. I do, I always will. I don't care how many times I tell you: You're my everything, my whole world, my life. I love you so much it hurts.

And if you asked me to go back to when we started... I'd refuse. We've been through so much together... I wouldn't have missed that journey for anything. Not any of the fights, or the tender moments we stole... Or even the botched romantic ones. They're what makes us... Us. They're what I treasure at the end of the day. They help keep me sane when you're out on the road with your band, or with the UFC. Moments like those are why I look forward to you coming home. They're why I miss you so much. Please... Don't let my stupidity be why our relationship dies. I love you too much to want to let that happen...

Love always,

Mark

Sam to Mark. 28 March 2011

Mark,

                Understanding and love… How do I give it when I guess you’ve already had it? You ask me what’s wrong and I say nothing… That I’m okay… The truth is that I’m not ok. I’m not ok because I guess I shouldn’t have to ask you to write me letters… I’m not asking for songs or anything fancy… I’m not asking you to take me out to dinners or anything romantic… I loved it when you used to write me little notes or letters, surprising me with a bouquet of roses… How you’d whisper sweet nothings into my ear as we made love…

                I liked it when you showed that you cared… Now it seems like I’m the only one who cares about this relationship… I need somebody to lean on when I’m down… I need you to hold me when I cry; I need you to reassure me that everything’ll be ok when I have a nightmare.  I need you to be strong when I’m weak. I need you… To be you… I don’t even know who that is anymore… I’m not romantic… I try not to be… I don’t want to have to ask you to keep our relationship alive anymore… I guess you’re free to do whatever you want.

                I… Just want you to be you again… To show that you care in your own way… Just like you used to do. I liked how you used to surprise me. I remember one time you used to show up at band rehearsal just to give me flowers… Back when we were first starting out. Or how you’d be waiting on your Harley with that smirk on your face as you’d look at me and say “Get on” and we’d go for a drive. I can also remember a time you nearly made me miss a tour because you wanted to keep me in bed. But that was back when we first started out.

                Sometimes, I wish we could go back to those times… But then I realized it wouldn’t do us any good… Why? Cause then we wouldn’t know the things we know now. When I married you, I swore forever and always… I knew what people would say and I didn’t care—I still don’t care what people say about us. When I mated you… I knew the risks… I didn’t expect for you to keep calling me your mate instead of your wife all the time, but I can deal, I suppose.

                I guess I should suck it up like a man, ne? Stop complaining and enjoy the moments that I have with you…Cherish them. I don’t expect a long response back… But if you do give me one, that’d be badass…

Always,

Sam.

Mark to Sam, March 29th, 2011

My dearest Sam,

I know I don't write to you nearly enough anymore. I'm sorry. Just know that I love you, even if I don't write out elaborate poems or songs or anything, or even say it all the time. But I digress. My love ain't gonna die just because we don't see each other for awhile or when other things get in the way, or when 'Lene cuts the bond... Guess what I'm askin' is for your understanding and love.

Forever yours,

Mark

My CWP Paper. 3/1/11 March

The Forgotten Continent

By: Samwise Winkel

     Africa is called the forgotten continent because of its lack of control when it comes to slaughtering its people. The government is greedy and will stop at nothing to get its way, even if that means killing their own people. The risk of getting AIDS is high because the women there don’t know how to keep their legs closed and the men can’t keep it in their pants. They rape woman on a constant bases, showing you that woman there barely have any rights. Even if they are doing it to keep their children alive; it’s still no excuse.

     Invisible Children is about an army of children being forced to kill all these people, slaughtering their families and friends. I guess after awhile they grow numb to it and then they kill without a second thought about it. They cut off limbs of children and they slaughter little babies who don’t know what’s going on. A girl could be walking and then all of a sudden, her head could be rolling on the ground and kids would be playing soccer with it.

     Africa needs to get their butts into gear and try to help them before asking other countries or continents for help. The sooner they get a game plan and figure out what they’re trying to do, the sooner that they will hopefully become one. Greed and Gluttony are only two of the things that are the words that describe what’s going on. Years of unfulfilled promises and years of unfulfilled treasures as the so called “government” tries to help out its people by lying to them over and over again, but they say that things will get better and stop being at war with themselves;

     Africa also needs to use what natural resources they have or what they haven’t already used and try to get more out of it. They need to stop slaughtering their own people, because by the time they actually find peace, there won’t be anybody left because their won’t be anybody left to be at peace with. They need to get their priorities straightened out and get the stick out of their butts and work together as a team instead of being separated about their ideas.

     Africa’s trade is also very poor and weak, considering how poor of a continent that they are. If they don’t have anybody to trade with, then they won’t get any of the supplies they need to grow and nurture as a whole. They’ll continue being separate and men will rape the woman, woman will continue to open their legs and get AIDS/HIV, families will be torn apart by war, homes will be destroyed, children will continue to slaughter their family and friends by order of some rouge political leader thinking that he should be in charge and everything will go to hell unless they get their act together.