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One year later, look at us now. Two messed up minds coming together as one. I swear I never thought this day would come, where I'd realize that I lost myself and see who I've become.
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One year later, look at us now. Two messed up minds coming together as one. I swear I never thought this day would come, where I'd realize that I lost myself and see who I've become.
Nails scratch the surface, A red reality bleeds through. Steel etches memories, Buried within you. Actions surely wrong, brought by emotions ever new. Consequences sad, leaving lasting stains untrue.
Farewell senseless feelings. Farewell demons of the past. Farewell thoughts of misery. Farewell these thoughts at last. Goodbye to all the anger. Goodbye to all the pain. Goodbye to all the sorrow.
I'm not sure if its good- I'm trying to find better word for this poem, there might be different outcome with "Butterfly" this is first one. Please do leave your opinion of this in comment thanks...
I awoke in a room that was too familiar with me. The blinding lights. The small bed with metal bars on each side. I hated this. I looked Down and saw the IV in my arm.
Inspired by #opussweeklychallenge Confused and scared, the princess stood guard by the hatch waiting what felt like an eternity for her sisters.
Today I'm feeling strange. Today I feel slightly better. Today I look at myself. Today the weathers wetter. Today I'm appearing strong. Today I feel my urges. Today I've been distracted.
When I woke up it took me a good thirty seconds to realise where I was. I was alone in the bed, but I could hear the shower running in the en-suite bathroom.
My best friend Jay Carlsbad had been fighting cancer for 3 years. He always told me the same words before I left the hospital every night.
#myfallenangel. Part 3. I know last time we spoke. I finally said goodbye. And all it took to get me here. Was that I had to die. Inside a box imprisoned. No way to move ahead.
She hides behind a smile. Crying all the while. She'll tell eventually. But it'll take years. She really is hiding behind those tears. "I'm sorry I never knew". And I never realised too.
I wish I didn't feel this constant ache. I wish I didn't re-read our old messages over and over. I wish you didn't give me butterflies every time i saw you.
I was sat on a deserted beach,. Golden sands stretch as far as the eye can reach,. The sea so calm and crystal clear,. Pleasant noises appreciated by my ears,. In the sea I see a spool,.
Look out the. Window,. Focus on the. Rain,. Notice how it. Falls,. It makes the. Patterns of your. Pain,. It began with. A gentle. Trickle,. A sprinkle. So slow. And light,. Now as your.
It was like the stars knew you. The way they twinkled that night. Like they were so deeply in love. That they showed you their beautiful light. And your blue eyes shone. They're light and never lie.
The moon brings the memories. The memories bring the pain. The sun brings me salvation. And reminds me that I'm sane. The nights bring on the terror. Which resides within the dark.
Hopelesness fading. No more evading. Brightly anticipating. A future of my own. Light grows brighter. Dark becomes lighter. Before you a fighter. No longer alone. A metaphor of life.
On this Thanksgiving day I close my eyes and begin to pray Something I don't do enough I thank God for all this love Thank you for this innocence Thank you for new found bliss More wonderful than I...
In photographs of days gone by. I see a sparkle in my eye. Now my eyes are full of pain. The light inside them starts to wane. What happened to those joyful years. The vestige of them disappears.
One day I'll look back and I'll see what we've become. I know I'll regret and want to forget all the bad in my past, in our past. But I won't call this and I won't call us a mistake.
You've taught me to trust again Made me forget that there were ever any other men Showing me that my heart could be mended Despite the number of times it had been offended.
Thoughts etched into the flesh on the blade of cold steel. Thoughts that you believe cannot be spoken.
For many artists and creators of worlds, Opuss is a realm of therapy, Somewhere to safely exorcise demons and ponder on what could be.
It's been so long Since I heard from my dad It's been a journey To a place called Sad I tried to be there I tried to be strong It was not enough Am I just wrong.