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I hate when there is that one person that you have loved before, that you know as much as you want you can't have again. The same person who breaks your heart and saves it in the same day.
What am I afraid off. Is it the 'new-ness' of it after being comfortable in my own little bubble. Is it the bitter past. Perhaps, is it just my own insecurities .
The Winter between us Becomes a strain Sighs like the west wind, Cool tears like rain. The time's right for peace now, For forgiveness to bud On the soft boughs of lips... To rekindle warm blood.
Oh perfect love of mine... You seek me when I run and hide, help me find my way when I'm lost. You are my constant hero saving me at any cost.
I m not a parent so to understand is hard for me Your children don t speak and you can t see That you can fall out with anyone you pick as a friend But your sibling s can Hurt you right til the...
Life isn't so bad. Yet you look terribly sad. You have no one else to blame. You tend to bring yourself shame. Like someone has placed a hex. All you can think of is sex.
Done with this game of yours You know the one where you Annoy, ask, and defy.
Moving on. Is never easy. Mental and physical pain. Overriding everything. Moving on. Is caused by enemies. Home and school. All around you. Moving on. Through black bruises.
When the sun kisses the horrizon and you open your eyes at barely a flicker of awareness, for a miliscule second, everything in your life is forgotten.
Trying something a little bit different, hope you like it. Her breath caught in her throat. She couldn't believe that after all this time, he could still quell her heart with a simple look.
To my mother Are you the one that hurt me.
Broken and on your knees Judged by all who see Some try to pretend But they aren't real friends Different and strange A horror and that won't change.
The sea of jealous greens and blue, For anyone who isn't you. You hide behind a plastered smile, But come sit down and talk a while.
#100days When do we need solace, When for it do we seek. When we are angry, Or tired, sore and weak. Seeking solace isn't easy, Not when we are so proud.
All my life I have yearned to hear those words. The words slip off my fathers lips, that would echo in my ear, and penetrate my soul.
With paint and a brush, she draws a line. In her mind of some point further back in time. But the colors just blur and drip off the page. With shades of red she paints her blank slate with rage.
Right now, I'm so gone All my days seem so long And I don't know if I can hold it together...
This crumbling shell needs a lick of paint A bright young thing it certainly ain't The years have been hard some would say unkind No point in dwelling, no way to rewind.
Sometimes you have to cry so you have the strength to smile. Sometimes you have to go through pain before you can understand why. Sometimes you have to deal with the bad, in order to see the good.
____ |___| If I had magic box that made things disappear, I'd put inside the sadness, the anger and the fear.
I have heard stories of failure and how men always pursue in finding the basis of the matter to be as relevant to how much he has grown as an individual.
Even though he broke your heart, you just keep going. I like that. I think… I think I may even love that.” His eyes gleamed with a passion long suppressed.
I watch you now from afar. Like a guardian shining star. Somewhere in Orion's Belt. Watching and waiting until you need help. Sometimes your eyes looks up. Smiling and beaming with love.
For years you fight. Against everyone. Every moment, every situation is a battlefield.