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Here you are. Where You have always been. Here, with your people, your buddies. Everyone loves you, right. After seeing photos of all of you, since pre-k, I realize -once again- that I am a mistake.
Your eyes they shine As bright as the bluest skies, And they break my heart without trying; Without fighting these walls that I've built You, you make me feel alive again It's like falling in love...
Sometimes I wonder what this is all about. As I have spent my whole life long dedicated to being a good friend. I take this role very seriously and pour my heart into it.
She cries because she's ugly, she cries because she's alone. She cries because her parents won't listen, she cries when he won't answer his phone.
Well..it will probably Kill me. Although, it will probably be said it was the cancer/virus/accident/disease etc etc etc. And I Don't digress. One thing I was brought up with, was the concept of Pride.
when i was younger i had no sense of value a pound went such a long way and five, even further and now that i'm older the lines are still blurred hearts go a long way and bodies, even further.
Tell me what you want. Tell me what you feel. Tell me to let go of the steering wheel. Tell me when you're happy. Tell me when you're sad. Tell me when I'm being good or when I'm being bad.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear, none of them are me,. My real face is mine, something I just don't want you to see,. The surface smooth, its the surface of my mask,.
Dear Someone, You know how some people say, that when you know you've found the person that you'll be absolutely in love with for the rest of your life, you feel something inside you click.
you deserve someone infinitely better than me. someone as beautiful as you, someone as strong and clever as you, someone as sweet as you.
Yeah I'm single. I can't say I like it. I'm a very sociable human, and can't really cope without people. I had a girlfriend about 6 months ago.
Dear Inamorata, I am tranquil in your quivering eyes, So modest and pure, As freshly fallen snow Upon weary, trembling ground. Innocence in the warmth of your heart.
Maybe it's because gay people love drama or maybe drama loves gay people.
It's a harsh realisation when in one day you feel you could possibly love someone and a few hours later come to terms with the fact that they view you as no more than a friend, and will probably...
I just want someone. I want a boy to kiss my tears away, and hug me until my broken heart is fixed. I want to fall asleep to his gentle voice, feeling safe and secure just by hearing it.
Define my existence, My torn paper edges, With your rough-soft kisses, Lips and stubble, Hands woven in my Tumbled hair, On my back, Held tight, tighter, Like I finally matter.
Maybe it's the way you grab my hand and hold it or the way you kiss me, or maybe it's the way you let me put my arms around you. Maybe it's the way you look at me and your smile just makes me melt.
I'm not always as confident as I seem ... there are many nights and many days when all I want is to be held. I love being held. Always. Sometimes I don't want to talk about what is bothering me ...
"It's a trap Someone's waiting in the tall grass It's a trap No one around for miles But you're all smiles This disease I find everything pursuing I forget that I hate so many things Like techno...
I hate that smile, the one I plaster on my face, the one that says I'm happy. The only thing that tells otherwise are my words. The words that honestly tell you I'm not okay.
Was trying to get advice but get scolded instead... That's just how my family works... XD Maybe it's my fault on getting my point across. This could be the reason of my avoiding people.
I write for the sheer joy of expressing myself. A palette of words to paint a thought. A feast for your palate adventures have brought. To have you cry with me. Or share in my laughter.
I'm so jealous. You're so pretty, And I'll never be like you. I wish I has your hair, Your eyes, Your face. Just everything. And I love you, You're my best friend. You're like my sister.
'She's an unwelcome shudder on the worst of her days And despite the bad moods, she won't go away She's as stubborn as winter and as kind as the sun And she won't freeze or burn anyone On most days...