i hate when they withheld information from me. it made me feel like i wasnt important, like i didn’t exist. i dont like being out of touch from everyone else. it’s not fair. i dont like information to be withheld from me.
i already did this one.
can’t you hear my heart in the garden?
it sure beats a graham cracker sandwich,
with lemon zest, even.
the crows bark “steven, steven.”
it wasn’t like she lied or anything… she just just didn’t want to tell you how she felt when she was alone versus how she felt with you. and though it’s hard to hear it now she knows it’s better this way then the other.
You withheld everything that was most important from me. You withheld your hugs and kisses when I needed them most. You withheld your kind words of comfort when I was sitting on the floor crying. You withheld your love and left me alone.
I withheld information. Damn right I did, but I was withholding for a reason. Sure, they had badges and therefore authority, so I guess I should’ve just submitted right off, but there was something shifty about them both, and I smelled some kind of setup.
withheld. too many people are withheld.
they withhold from admitting the truth,
withhold from confronting someone,
withhold from telling someone they love them.
Knowledge I have is withheld by the education being forced upon me. I don’t want to go to college. I want to be creative and make things. I don’t want to be tested.
I withheld all my energy because of you. I saved it just for you. All my willpower was gone. I did this all for you. Maybe it’ll be worth it in the end. Maybe it won’t be. I love you. I hope you come back to see me again.
I feel as though my feelings are withheld from him. The one who deserves them the most. The one who, with my feelings, would help me to create a world of beauty. The vulnerability I feel with him leads me to withhold my self and truth.
Withheld your love from her, that’s exactly what she told me. You kept yourself at a distance. You then have the gall to wonder what it was that broke the two of you up. You never let yourself actually live in the moment of the relationship and THAT is what broke you two at the seams. All that time and effort you put in never was enough for her.
withheld from me was the happiness that i felt i deserved as a human. yet we cannot be so selfish as to withhold other’s happiness for our own personal satisfaction. but then again, where does that line end that i am finally able to claim my right to want something for myself and to desire what others have?
He withheld all of that information for years, so long that he might have even forgotten what he originally meant to tell you when the time came.
Don’t be sad, at least he remembered you, I wasn’t so lucky.
You know, I needed to know my information, the information that he was kind enough to misplace, I needed it to live. I guess things don’t turn out so good sometimes … hm?
you told me we were okay, but you withheld the truth… “love is not an obstacle,” you said… “but you and I, we rely on the great divide of our hearts still beating- close but yet so far”… you withheld your heart, I withheld my response
I wanted to extend my hand and reach into your heart to grab all the secrets you’ve withheld from me. So many times you almost revealed them, yet so many times you held back and left me hanging. I want to know you more, so don’t withhold yourself from me.
“I can’t believe she withheld that form me! For years I’ve had a child I didn’t even know about” His anger exploded. He picked up a lamp and threw it to the wall, sending shards everywhere.
the words for a story are withholding themselves from my grasp. they are just sitting there in the dark waving, can’t remember the last time i ate carrots.
i’m being withheld my right to not go to school when i don’t want to. i’m being withheld the will to have as MANY cats as i want. i’m being withheld a lot. but i’ll get over it, because things pass… and later on in life i’ll be withheld OTHER things that i want. i’m okay with that.
she told me i was witholding school property. whatever. she was on a power trip. she wanted to be right. when in all truth, i was busier than was imaginable. with finals and my own life that be trippin.
I never resented her more then the moment she first witheld sex. We were lying in bed, and our kissing had grown more urgent, when she pushed me away. I remember the laughter in her eyes as she said “I’d really feel more up to this if the yard was mowed.”
She gave all she had, day after day, hug after hug, kind word after kind word. She slowly became exhausted, and nearly died. But soon she withheld herself and learned to live how she wanted to, and thus was the cure.
I withheld my heart from his hand, it was a pain I couldn’t even stand. but i mean what could i do. i was scared and my heart had been ripped open before. nope. never again. i withheld it. and i wasn’t giving in.
as she opened the crusty book she realized her mother had withheld his death and all of his friends he had once had, the soccer games he helped mckinly win and she was furious she never knew her brother joseph.
There’s always a reason people do the dumb things they do. The wife who withheld the saving testimony from her innocent husband on the stand, the man who kicks his dog first thing after walking in the door from work.
she had withheld from him so long, everything he needed to know
and she waited, waited, waited
until it was too late
he was gone, and she was standing there
alone,
holding everything, still inside.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jensen spat, and everyone there knew it was bullshit, but none of them could convince him that they knew otherwise. Because to him, information withheld could mean the difference between a mission’s failure, and its success.
i hate when they withheld information from me. it made me feel like i wasnt important, like i didn’t exist. i dont like being out of touch from everyone else. it’s not fair. i dont like information to be withheld from me.
Withheld. Such a terrible word.
He withheld everything. It withheld our relationship.
your attention, your love, my patience!
i already did this one.
can’t you hear my heart in the garden?
it sure beats a graham cracker sandwich,
with lemon zest, even.
the crows bark “steven, steven.”
Hello. Why ?
it wasn’t like she lied or anything… she just just didn’t want to tell you how she felt when she was alone versus how she felt with you. and though it’s hard to hear it now she knows it’s better this way then the other.
Always keeping me at arms length. Her heart in a separate room. I’ll love you if-. The one thing she withheld long enough for me to feel it.
You withheld everything that was most important from me. You withheld your hugs and kisses when I needed them most. You withheld your kind words of comfort when I was sitting on the floor crying. You withheld your love and left me alone.
I withheld information. Damn right I did, but I was withholding for a reason. Sure, they had badges and therefore authority, so I guess I should’ve just submitted right off, but there was something shifty about them both, and I smelled some kind of setup.
withheld. too many people are withheld.
they withhold from admitting the truth,
withhold from confronting someone,
withhold from telling someone they love them.
Knowledge I have is withheld by the education being forced upon me. I don’t want to go to college. I want to be creative and make things. I don’t want to be tested.
i have it so close as if i am at the door. its there i can touch it…but its withheld…..
I withheld all my energy because of you. I saved it just for you. All my willpower was gone. I did this all for you. Maybe it’ll be worth it in the end. Maybe it won’t be. I love you. I hope you come back to see me again.
I feel as though my feelings are withheld from him. The one who deserves them the most. The one who, with my feelings, would help me to create a world of beauty. The vulnerability I feel with him leads me to withhold my self and truth.
She witheld her love like water from the thirsty. Brandishing it with arrogance and laughing at the
Withheld from suffering, dissolving to nothing, striving for something, people are loving, love is the main thing.
Withheld your love from her, that’s exactly what she told me. You kept yourself at a distance. You then have the gall to wonder what it was that broke the two of you up. You never let yourself actually live in the moment of the relationship and THAT is what broke you two at the seams. All that time and effort you put in never was enough for her.
withheld from me was the happiness that i felt i deserved as a human. yet we cannot be so selfish as to withhold other’s happiness for our own personal satisfaction. but then again, where does that line end that i am finally able to claim my right to want something for myself and to desire what others have?
He withheld all of that information for years, so long that he might have even forgotten what he originally meant to tell you when the time came.
Don’t be sad, at least he remembered you, I wasn’t so lucky.
You know, I needed to know my information, the information that he was kind enough to misplace, I needed it to live. I guess things don’t turn out so good sometimes … hm?
you told me we were okay, but you withheld the truth… “love is not an obstacle,” you said… “but you and I, we rely on the great divide of our hearts still beating- close but yet so far”… you withheld your heart, I withheld my response
Oh, I supposed to start writing about Withheld. MMMMmmm it has two h’s in the middle.
I wanted to extend my hand and reach into your heart to grab all the secrets you’ve withheld from me. So many times you almost revealed them, yet so many times you held back and left me hanging. I want to know you more, so don’t withhold yourself from me.
“I can’t believe she withheld that form me! For years I’ve had a child I didn’t even know about” His anger exploded. He picked up a lamp and threw it to the wall, sending shards everywhere.
the words for a story are withholding themselves from my grasp. they are just sitting there in the dark waving, can’t remember the last time i ate carrots.
i’m being withheld my right to not go to school when i don’t want to. i’m being withheld the will to have as MANY cats as i want. i’m being withheld a lot. but i’ll get over it, because things pass… and later on in life i’ll be withheld OTHER things that i want. i’m okay with that.
she told me i was witholding school property. whatever. she was on a power trip. she wanted to be right. when in all truth, i was busier than was imaginable. with finals and my own life that be trippin.
I withheld my emotions upon seeing you pull in your girlfriend close to you as you both danced to the gypsy jazz of san francisco.
She withheld everything from him. Especially her love. All he wanted was her, but she would never be his.
Kathy,you withheld your love from me.Didn’t you know you could have saved me?!?Yeah,I know…I’m just another nobody.
I never resented her more then the moment she first witheld sex. We were lying in bed, and our kissing had grown more urgent, when she pushed me away. I remember the laughter in her eyes as she said “I’d really feel more up to this if the yard was mowed.”
She gave all she had, day after day, hug after hug, kind word after kind word. She slowly became exhausted, and nearly died. But soon she withheld herself and learned to live how she wanted to, and thus was the cure.
I withheld my heart from his hand, it was a pain I couldn’t even stand. but i mean what could i do. i was scared and my heart had been ripped open before. nope. never again. i withheld it. and i wasn’t giving in.
as she opened the crusty book she realized her mother had withheld his death and all of his friends he had once had, the soccer games he helped mckinly win and she was furious she never knew her brother joseph.
When I knew I loved you I couldn’t say.
This was a secret I must of withheld.
Now I dream of the day I can give you this secret.
There’s always a reason people do the dumb things they do. The wife who withheld the saving testimony from her innocent husband on the stand, the man who kicks his dog first thing after walking in the door from work.
she had withheld from him so long, everything he needed to know
and she waited, waited, waited
until it was too late
he was gone, and she was standing there
alone,
holding everything, still inside.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jensen spat, and everyone there knew it was bullshit, but none of them could convince him that they knew otherwise. Because to him, information withheld could mean the difference between a mission’s failure, and its success.
With. Held. With a sweaty, gloved hand, he held the frog and stared disgustedly into its tiny eyes. He picked up the scalpel and puked.
information withheld. truth withheld.