Love reading
Stars twinkle in the sky. Shinning bright ever so high. Some soaring leaving a streak. Some wide awake just gleaming with gleem. Making shapes of what's already there. Just like Vincent Van Gogh.
Everyone has a story. But only some our. Willing to share there's. With the world. Everyone has a past. But only some wish. To relive it. We all have a present. But some hide away. And don't try it.
I always hide my hands. In my sleeves. Because they are shy. I stutter and slur my words trying to. start over all the time. I fidget with my hands and fingers to encourage me.
I put a post up on opuss and then I had a freak. at first I felt proud of my work. but then I felt so weak. no one was hearting it. it was the 7th one put up today.
I'm not the best at writting. I'm not the best with words. My English teacher says I'm no good. Unlike the other nerds. I try to phrase a sentence. I misspell loads of words.
Do ever wish you could see your past and your future Just change the clock and see what's ahead Or go back and see the once loved that are now dead. Give a relative their last hug.
Everyone wants a magical solution to there problems, and yet everyone refuses to believe I magic.
To blanket street we go when the clock strikes time, we stretch out and yawn as we all climb, into our cosy beds on a winters night sometimes i love when the world just goes right.
Shouldn't we hold out for the person who doesn't just tolerate our quirks but actually kinda likes them?.
Aren't we all just looking for the one who can not only puts up with or habits but actually like them.