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I thought you didn't exist. Up until now. But you showed up in the mist. And you know just how. I'm terrified of you. With your yellow eyes. And even though my fear of you is new. You make me realise.
Loneliness consumes my heart dear,. Why aren't you here dear,. Why don't you answer me, love,. I'm like an open book, love,. Come fill my desires honey,. I don't want to be alone honey,.
Dusty glass. Yellowed windows. Puffy eyes. Suicidal widows. Breaks. Shatter. Leak. Do not matter. Should. Will not. Going. Shall rot. Have never walked away. Cry anymore. To hang myself. Evermore.
I balk at the idea of talking. My words never seem to come out right. I don't always sound so bright. When my lips feel light. And I let them fly open. Words just spill out. Out of my mouth.
A lesson learned today, of when I was called gay. Little did I know, the truth their words had shown.
Now 2013's underway, And not a moment too late, But one thing's been bugging me, My username's out of date. :(.
Sitting down across me is pure pleasure in a suit. He is a beautiful specimen that's dressed to boot. Slightly muscular and a hint of a panther tattoo on his right arm.
Perfect Something I've never longed to be I'm not cocky, trust me To think I am already But what defines perfect, eh. Is it the appearance physically.
Sniff it. Take a whiff of it. What is it ,. CHESSE. It has a nice appeal. And an epic feel. What is it,. CHEESE. It makes no sound. But you love it around. What is it. CHEESE. It looks yummy.
You've shown me what it feels like to be lonely, to be loved, To be cherished, to be hugged.
I ate the apple off the poisonous tree while singing a lullaby that sent Death to sleep. I ate another polished in gold avoiding the others covered in mold.
I have a brother with autism. He faces challenges everyday by the people in the streets judging him, mocking him and they have no idea...
Food It's a funny thing food You can't live without it And you can't speak it whisper it or shout it You are basically food Cause you can't live without yourself And now your probably thinking...
Your love is taking its toll On my aching soul. Your embraces are no longer filled with that familiar love with told. They have long became toxic and cold.
Gentle drops of rain softy patter on my window while I close my eyes and listen to their pure innuendo. They splash onto the deck, and drizzle down into the grass.
I sleep through the howling wind, for when its time all must come to an end. The flames surround, and shrieks bleed into the air. Sometimes life just isn't fair.
So beautiful... So sad... are all the moments I wasted and had. Times like these there is no release except of pain or by piece by piece. Life is hard in all the wrong moments.
I thought I was sleepy. I guess not. it feels like my minds empty. but yet it never stops. I've been here for an hour. alone and sitting still. my body hasn't moved position.
Dear angel, you cry my name, As if in shame. Like a flower, you weren't finished blooming, With bright colors still booming. I'll be home some day, But for now I'm far, far away.
You are what God made you, so why are you insecure and avoid the truth. You're beautiful in every way, so why do you say, "I'm not good enough anyway.".
The sun glittered through the tree limbs and jade leaves While the laughter of joyous children carried over on the sweet summer breeze. Warm rays of sunshine soothed my raised skin.
Angels weep Their tears seep Into the sand Where their words are banned. And so they cry, rebel Because no one will hear their song, their spell.
You are the choice I am making. You are the risk I am taking. Please. Make it worth it..
The second step seemed easier than the first, the cuts on my heart now modest. I didn't think to stop and breathe, your head high as you watched with a grin.