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I'm actually really shy. I don't really know why. I think I'd rather be alone. Maybe send a text or two on my phone. I am social don't get me wrong. I'm not weird or anything I just don't belong.
I'm not sure how I got here. I'm not sure which way I went. Did I take a wrong turning. Descending not assent. I saw the signpost. "Eternal love" pointing this way. Walked under a million stars.
Today is just one of those days. EVERYONE has them, and there is no denying it. It's one of those days where it seems to me that no matter what I do, or what I say can impress anyone.
Starting to realise the insignificance of what is shown. It's begun to unravel that maybe this isn't what I need at all.
#household In my mind I have a drawer, ________ It's like a /_______ / | closed door.
Awwwwww..... Flightless bird, American mouth by iron and wine. Love the song.....
I’m trying to find something to base my life upon, Something in this strange world that goes on and on. As the years go by and time fades away, What used to be "good days" are now filled with dismay.
H eavenly bliss replaces the woe. A sweet scent flows with grace. R oam about free to come and go. M omentous , a glorious place. O ut of sight are fears that plagued.
Bench of wood,. Earth moist,. The spot is foist,. Stay if I could,. The sun is setting,. They sky is red,. The grass is a bed,. Soft it's getting,. There is one patch,. My private place,.
Far too long pretending it wasn't wrong. Far too much being used as a crutch. Far from good,far from what it should. Far away is where my mind tended to sway. Far we have come but the end had begun.
Boredom. Such an insignificant word A non essential feeling A meaningless Waste of space. Fight it. Can't be bothered. I am absorbed in grayness The darkness of boredom Is suffocating, drowning me.
The rain was patting against the car. My leg was resting against the door. The rain was soothing and was whispering hello. The only thing in my head was no. Feeling like an idiot.
Apples on a tree, Can't you see, What this friendship means to me. Pears in a pie, My oh my, This bad weather makes me sigh. Lemons and limes, Such hard times, Everyone toeing the line.
I'm lying here breathing. Just so tired. For a moment I imagined. And you were here too. Cheek to the floor. Eyes half closed. You'd put your arm on me. And I'd smile. Without you knowing.
If I close my eyes tight. And turn off the light. If I nuzzle into my pillow. And weep just like a willow. If I try not to make a sound. And ignore some of those around. If I focus on my dreams.
If I close my eyes tight. And turn off the light. If I nuzzle into my pillow. And weep just like a willow. If I try not to make a sound. And ignore some of those around. If I focus on my dreams.
Sidenote: If it wasn't in the list, I'd name this one "Bits of Me". Boxes, boxes everywhere. Holding all my old clothes. Of which I'm too big to wear. Forever and on. Boxes, boxes everywhere.
Lingering sense. Of confusion. Varied amongst. Everyones illusion. Lucious it seems. Only smiles. Vintage closets. Eternity-long secret piles. Learning how. Oblivious you can be. Vacant heart.
Opuss is my place to express my feelings. Not my place to exchange gossip or dirty dealings. Not taking sides or commenting on rumour. Keep doing what I'm doing. With sensitivity and humour.
So much to do and so much to say... Will tomorow be to late. I never wanted things to end in this way. One mistake after another leads to hate. Feeling moments slipping right past.
Maybe one day I'll conquer this fear. And get my arse past first gear. My way to express. The feelings I suppress. Is to rhyme. Time after time. But locked away. Forever and a day. In my secret book.
Title help??. Is there room for me In your big ole world. Or am I not of importance With stories yet to unfurl. Is there room for me In your quaint kingdom.
were there ever a time where there was not a moment more. it may be that the light at the end of that tunnel. is the beginning of another life for you once more. let the raven say what it will.
It just seems like the right time for a sad song.