So as you may know I am known for bad grammar but ha Its a work in progress but what you dont know is that i am a complete twilight no let me rephrase that I am a complete proud over the top twilight fan and Kirakura knows i love it when bella gets hurt because it is sooo cute when Edward helps her and there all lovey dove:

OMG i just totally sounded like a freak there hehe a well you no know well yah so to the good stuff iam currently doing new fanfic wont be to long now i hope you liked my other stuff as well i try very hard to make it good so cross my fingers you like it

so my bio well... lets see here

i have curly blond hair (ok lets get the blond jokes out of the way i know what your thinking haha she's blond and has troubles with grammar!) anyway i have emo glasses as they are called just the stlye oh and i love dogs that's about it nothing special i don't have to many pet peeves except for blond jokes man they get on my nerves! : lol spaz moment anyway i have this really cool fallen angel poem enjoy!

yours truly uzimakichick

fallen angel

Made in Heaven and bent for Hell
I tripped on a cloud, and then I fell.
And I realized, while falling free,
That wings were sold separately.

Plummeting without hope of return,
Forsaken by God, and born to burn.
I am His little mistake, The Angelic Reject;
Damned to mortality for being less than perfect.

Created incomplete, missing more than wings;
A half-assed job by the King of Kings.
A work in progress, left permanently on hold.
Damage too terrible to merely blame the mold.

Social awkwardness and emotional deficiency;
How dangerous could His wayward omniscience be?
Well, take your guess or look at me,
Because I'm the worst you'll ever see.

I am hollow inside, an empty shell.
A Fallen Angel aimed directly at Hell.
Cursed long before I tripped and fell.
Before my birth rang my death knell.

My fate is sealed; birth and death planned.
He smites me with his right-hand Man.
My tomorrow has already come and gone
And He laughs from the throne that He sits upon.

My lack of faith is my last resort,
But, even this, He's able to thwart.
Faithlessness is just a facade
Because even the Devil believes in God.

There are more Fallen Angels in hot pursuit
And we are all classic examples of His labor's fruit.
More and more I realize I am not unique;
None of us know what or why we seek.

Nothing to stop the coming of the dawn
Besides my Halo to hang myself upon.
He smites me again, denying me death
And now I'm forced to take another breath.