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Here's something for you, Because you've never read my ink. I know you've never asked... But I hope it'll make you think. I know it's not your kind of thing. But I'd appreciate it if you'd pretend.
Some times I wonder what I am worth... In terms of money, in terms of birth. But most of the time it's the not nice... What would someone sacrifice. Am I worth money, pennies and pounds.
I make you feel so insecure, I know your secrets, You're not pure, I know what you do when alone, In monotone, I claim your home.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Do you have the guts, the gall. Can you break before you fall, And show the truth, obey my call. Can you see out, beyond my skin. Portray what really lies within.
Bathroom mirror, All a-mist, Why oh why Do you insist, On pointing out All of my flaws. Might throw you on The bathroom floor. Oh bathroom mirror, Why so mean.
I am the undefeated boxer. Who never took a fight. I am the worlds greatest author. With no story to write. I am a Rembrandt. That lives in the loft. I am a bridge. That's never been crossed.
I'm sat in my car, staring out onto the beautiful sculpted sunny horizon of Oxford. I found a farmers field to park in, nothing but fresh air and green fields.
Do you even hear me?are the words I say even important to you. Or am I just moon to your world, only shining at night, as though I were made for nothing more than a pretty sight.
#colourchallenge #color. It's crystal clear for all to see. You are not the one for me. Was obsession, not true love. I see that now, it's clear enough. It's obvious, what went wrong.
There's a monster in the mirror. Looking back at me. It's eyes locked on mine. Refusing to break free. There's a monster in the mirror. It's gruesome beyond compare.
I don't know what to write. But I must write. Chronic writers block I fight. But I must write. I don't know what to do. But I must write. I can't come up with anything for you. But I must write.
You paint a tiny picture And say "I'm in the right" But you know what, honey.
I try to not take it out on people when its me I should be taking it out on. I try to see the good in others so I can be more real towards them.
Dear future me, First of all, have you proved all of them wrong. Have you achieved more than they said you would. You should have cos you are awesome.
I know it, but I am not supposed too. I know his lips are meant for mine. I know his smile is sexy like mine. I know his eyes are just a trap. I know 2 wrongs always make the other sad.
What Is my purpose . Why am I here. Go to work ,day in and day out It's just existence , no fears.
A while ago, i looked at my ex's profile. He finally has someone new. After a year, he falls in love again. After our break up, we never got to talk again.
Take a look and see the scowl. I mean the frown behind the smile. The angry flash behind the eyes. They only see the outer charm. never seen the inner man. I am the calm before the storm.
Ok so I have writers block,. I cannot shift this feeling,. I look down at my paper,. My subconscious is reeling,. I know what I want to say,. But exactly how do I say it,. The plot is in my head,.
I saw you from a distance your eyes so deep and blue, When you returned your glare my butterflies they grew, Your eyes so deep I see your soul, To be with you I'd walk o'er hot coal, Anticipation,...
Good morning everyone welcome to a brand new day, It's 8.20 in the morning and already I've got a lot to say, More like random words that scatter across a page, No order, more disorder not defined...
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.
Boundaries are there to refrain us, To contain us, To restrain us, I'm forever trying to knock them down, Push them over, Plough through them, Where do these brick walls come from.
I never thought I would join the purple rinse brigade. But here I am, at the grand old age of 37 worrying about the 'sparkly bits' that seem to multiply every month.