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Is this the real life is this just fantasy caught in a land slide no escape from reality open your eyes look up to the sky's and see im just a poor boy i need no sympathy because im easy come easy go...
Could it be that I have no imperfections. That I posses a perfect complexion. Could it be that they envy my flawless looks. The gift of natural beauty only written of in books.
I have to believe that someday I will get over you. I have to believe that when I say I'm over you, I will truly mean it and believe it.
You are all so small from up here. It is like I am a God.
My eyes wake up to See another morning once again with your name in its mind.I try my hardest to think of anything else but you. constantly my mind repeats your image,your voice, your name.....
I cannot claim credit for this one, it was recently written by one of my friends. I liked it and thought I'd pass it on to you.
(Been a work in progress for a few weeks) I just can't stop myself I just can't get you out of my head I wasn't prepared to sit on your shelf I thought everything was done and said.
So I don't talk. Who cares, Well all of them it seems. No one dares, To slap off that ignorant smile that beams. Why make the fuss, It's as though nothing else matters.
#nightdwellers. I am hopeless,. I am the underground gentleman,. I am the person who holds the door open whom you ignore,. I am the one who smiles when there is nothing to smile about,.
How she wished she'd asked him for his card. She'd handed hers over and expected him to reciprocate. That's the way it happens. Shake hands - exchange business cards. But he hadn't. Why not.
The house is quiet They are all in bed I am supposed to be asleep But I am here instead I have a long trip in the morning To a sunny place that is never boring I packed the bags and put them by the...
It's that time, again, That I must try, To force some shut, Into my eye. I won't succeed, But try, I will, I'll lie, dust dead, And stony still.
another hope. another never-ending story. another failure. another crossroad. I don't know, how all of this started. is this a jealousy. Or was it a possessive energy I felt when you said goodbye.
ridiculous. is what you are. a vague synonym for fake. you're always pretending and fake smiling. and the drama attitude just won't make it. you crave every piece of attention thrown at you.
You don't know me. We've known each other for a few months. You say I know everything about you. But how do I know that. You don't know what I went through when my mum caught cancer.
For once Everything went as planned. I had you, you had me. My hand was in your hand. But like everything else You disappeared far to soon, Tonight my only company Is the moon.
1) Sexier people. 2) Less-of-a-dick people. 3) Ass. Ass ass ass. 4) More ass. 5) Being able to write more. 6) Stop complaining about being able to not write. 7) More money would be nice.
Oblivious to, Her feelings, Everyday, every night, "I love you"s from time to time. Doesn't she know, She doesn't really show it, I can't tell her without being afraid to blow it.
Narrator: The minute she opens her eyes every morning, she looks at him and a speech bubble pops up above his head with the same monologues without fail; "...Good morning me, I AM THE KING OF THE...
Part of this near the end might be confusing, but that is because it is a simple stream of conciousness and only I understand what was going on in my mind. But that was the point.
Walks past me in the hallway, A glance comes across, She clasps her books to her chest, So much going through my head, ugh, the stress. Should I say hi. Should I walk past. Should I go for a date.
On the train again. Alone again. The lights flicker as I stare at all these objects created by man for our comfort. Meaningless, unimportant. Just like me. As I used to be at least.
She's got a beautiful smile And such nice hair She's got an amazing personality, How could I compare.
#emotion #loss I wonder if this loss even cuts you, The way it cuts me, like a rusted blade Through already ravaged skin, Like a rope tearing through My bruised and fragile throat, A needle piercing...