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Have you ever tried, To put someone you love into words. I try to write about her beauty, Her charm, her passion. I come with words that are, Average. I assure you, average she is not.
Furrowed face begotten of me, Nominated; hurt and Blame's trustee. Censured and swallowed by all absurd, Lambasted, wasted hours deterred .
(Don't read if you are having a great Christmas). Fuck christmas. Two thousand and twelve. Matter of fact the whole year. And all it involved. Given everything. Without asking nor expecting.
I will never say goodbye bc I love you. Grandmother or nana I loved you for being you. Your heart touched us all, and your stories brought us laughs.
Hello again, and today is Monday, December 24 2012. Today is Christmas Eve here.
I'm sorry to say if I like you Chances are i will fright you I'm not your everyday man Raised with a stern hand Taught to respect right from wrong I try to treat everyone the same Sole divides only...
Merry Christmas to each lovely you. Just be happy in all you do. I wish you much christmas cheer. I hold you all so very dear. My first christmas with Opuss. Don't want to cause a big fuss.
A huge merry Xmas to all my opuss friends. And here's to a new year of originality and breaking trends.
I wanted to write a 'Merry Christmas' poem but the words just wouldn't come.
Its the day before christmas eve. I always used to think that christmas eve eve was better than the actual christmas because it was more exiting.
ice skating. joyous. cold. but then you get warm. blistered feet. twisted ankles. get a grip onto people who you've never even talked to. someone falls. hard. tempted to laugh. tempted to help them.
*So I haven't been on Opuss in ages due to extreme GCSE shizzle and general business.
When I look into your eyes, I see my future. Our future. I see a home. I see kids. But most of all, I see happiness. Happiness, the centre of the universe, what really makes the world go round.
When did you start wearing ear plugs, To all the words I say. Was it months ago. Mere hours, or long days. Did I really start to bore you. Or did you just forget to care. It's too late.
I think to myself why am I single. But then I realise I'm too young, People portray me as being dumb. I'm not although I can be 'blonde' I can't trust anyone; it's hard to bond.
I really can't picture anyone having a crush on me. I can't picture someone thinking about me before they fall asleep.
How do I tell you I'm sorry With a gesture, a look, a touch. How is it I never realized I hurt you so very much. I do not ask forgiveness, A comfort I'll never deserve.
There are no rainbows in my sky No music in my ears The stars no longer twinkle Dreams replaced by fears Rivers still run deep The mountains still high Oceans still azure blue A desert still so...
How long has it been.
My book of words, That mean so much. Unravel my thoughts, That I so closely clutch. Of love, Of hate. My poetry book, Holds future and fate. A figure to think, A friend to confide.
*one word Off for the day Hiding in my bubble Have nothing to say Night pain is now double I hate the news Hate death Hate abuse I just hate all this I hate tears that I can't wipe I just hate pain...
It's a funny little thing, when you fall in love... No fairy-tale business, no struck-from-above, Revoltingly nervous, yet you love the rush, Just seeing him smiling, you're down in a flush.
Unfortunately, this is true... My Mum and sister have gone to my Nans this weekend.
What am I If I am not my thoughts.