Love Or Crush
It was just a bit of playful fun, When it started to become more... I started to run. It wasn't what I wanted, it wasn't what I planned. You're not my 'prince' charming, you don't rule this land.
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It was just a bit of playful fun, When it started to become more... I started to run. It wasn't what I wanted, it wasn't what I planned. You're not my 'prince' charming, you don't rule this land.
Your a loser A Confuser of my mind An abuser A user feeding off the blind.
He says he has something to tell me,. But do I really want to listen,. Listen to his words,. That only bring confusion and wrong decisions,. Like I've done something wrong,.
There's a war inside me, Between my heart and mind, My mind claims intelligence, My heart claims to be kind.
{Chorus} Left or right. Dark of light. Right or wrong. Silence or song Right or left. Base or cleft. Curved or straight. Now or wait.
As I walk these halls Staring at my feet Fight to live another day I don't care what they have to say I know I'm alone now But I couldn't care less No matter what I will keep the door shut From all...
Phone rings, Don't wanna pick it up, I'm so scared, I'm gonna say to much, I tiptoe around your questions, Why you gotta dig so deep.
He lends me a darkness. so that i can truly see. He fills my heads silence. with the shrillest of screams. He bestows upon me memories. so vividly real. He temporarily bandages wounds.
You walk my friend to class, You waved her off goodbye. Yet the only thing you said to me, Was "how ya goin'?" And "hi. This doesn't really bug me, It doesn't annoy me at all.
There's a better man in me. Fighting to come out. He doesn't like what others see. A vision of hate and doubt. He's the one with all the joy. He's the one that laughs.
@sjw #emotioncontest Hot rage, Burns through, Turn the page, Must get you. Not calming down, I am mad, So you must frown. I will make you sad.
For you. I crawl over land and water. For you I cross the desert and split the sky in two,. And turn my soul from all things,. To reach the place. Where I am alone with You.”. But your just a dream.
I bring her food and sometimes she likes it,. I bring her games and sometimes she enjoys them,. I bring her friends and sometimes she gets along with them,.
Sleep won't come,. As I toss and turn,. While sulking, alone,. My heart does yearn,. An ice block melting,. From hopes warm glow,. A wish for a summer,. A love without snow,. Let it be fruitful,.
Trying to hide. Keeping my deepest fears inside. In you I know I can confide. But in my heart is where my fears reside. You make these rules as we go along.
#Youngwritershousehold #emotion The cool blade tiptoes, Across my arm. It'll keep me safe, Safe from harm. The silver tip, Wanders on my wrist. Just a little slice, Will clear up the mist.
#youngwritersemotion Forgiveness is hard, For the things you've done, For the things you've said, And what you've become.
The pressure is on me,. How much can I take,. It's only me that they see,. I notice my feet quake,. I feel like I'm under water,. Or smothered in acid fog,. I know the wish to slaughter,.
[one bad word] A purple liquid boils, Inside me, As I sweat and toil, I submerge myself, Beneath its skin, Let the liquid, Take me in, My worse crime, Was this passion, The purple laced black, This...
Revision, precision, the skilful division, The very first line is a crafted decision, Emotion, commotion, a dreadful devotion, A pot of ink, stirred into quite a dark potion.
Shooting stars kissed the skyline I remember..... With your hand held in mine I remember..... Our hearts beating as one I remember.....
Tell me that I'm something. I'll convince you that I'm not. An orange on the outside. With the inside left to rot. An ever present cover. To disguise the world from truth. Walls on every side.
The truth is present, playing on your tongue. Are you willing to suffer. Another lightening strikes, Blinding your eyes, This can only get tougher.
I'm cold in this chair, the breeze upon me. My blood has chilled, no way to be free. I've sat here and thought, why I still pursue. I guess I'm waiting for a moment, a sign or a clue.