One shot later and I'm with you.
Your betrayals brings me shame,
Which is why I tell few.
Two shots later, and we're joking.
Giggling about everything,
And some playful poking.
By the third, well, I'm already on you lap.
You whisper sweet nothing's,
Becoming such a sap.
By the forth i've realised what a fool I've been.
I stop, go home...
Avoiding the awkward scene.
In the morning I wake up, cold and alone...
Would it have been so bad...
Just to have bought him home?
©Odd
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
I'm not goons lie I'm drunk posting this. I'm not gonna lie when I'm hurt I will most likely ignore you when in seriously feeling burnt and purged. Won't lie when I'm hurt I will lie and say I'm fine.
I often wonder why good things never stay in my life for very long. It's like I'm not worthy. Friends, family, lovers... The later hurts the most. Grasping something so tight.
I need love,. I need to smile,. I need to laugh,. Just for a while,. I need quiet,. I need tranquility,. I need fun,. And serenity,. I need a friend,. I need an ear,. I need a listener,.
This is about me and only me. No one else. These are my life choices. Yeah, you're not proud. You can see this is personal. My own choice. You can't see your future. When you're still clouding mine.
Inspired by @sarahgamal I am Strong poem. If I am strong, Then why when I am trying to be do I start to shake. If I am strong, Then why when I am yelled at tears will spring.
Friends tell you their secrets Friends are meant to share Friends are meant to cheer you up, What happens when they’re not there. Is it hard when you don’t have Someone to lean upon.
I hear his name And I stand at attention I become alert I am happy And not only does my heart skip a few beats But i hear it beat in my ears and i think Thats my guy...
Oh, there you are tears. I've missed you. It's been quite a while since we've got together. I missed sitting in dark corners, curled up with my head on my knees.
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