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What is this about, What does this mean. I'm quite unsure, If it's being seen. What is the purpose, Of this quick rhyme. Is it to prosper, To live for a long time. Am I writing, For likes or love.
Tracing clouds along the sky, 'Try to catch me, just you try!' Were I a bird, I'd fly up there, Plunge through cloud, live on a dare.
"Roses are red, Violets are blue, midnight is wonderland and thinking is true.At night its sparkle and day its crushed and dawn is warming through sight and night its wind go slow its heat grows...
Why do I hate you. Because I love you. But you couldn't careless, So my life is a mess. Why do I hate you. Because I want you. When I try to make you smile, You drop my heart like it's out if style.
#colourchallenge #midnightblue Slices of pure silver, sparkle, Against the canvas of midnight blue. Kind eyes twinkling, Igniting wishes for me and you.
Satellite shooting stars, Watching the universe spin around us, You offer me your hand And you know I'll say yes. I found a dragonfly wing, It held the colours of the rainbow.
Star Light. Star Bright. Dark Blue. Midnight. Silver Flecks. Night Sky. Up Above. So High. Twinkle Here. Twinkle There. Starry Shapes. Everywhere. Stretched Across. Velvet Sky. Midnight Blue.
Just one last kiss One last warm embrace Let me memorise Your sweet face Letters are written I've organised and read They gave me six months Before this disease spread I've been blessed I've had...
WARNING- contains some offensive Language. I am the Bully's victim, Me, believe it or not; The smartest in the class, Well, smarter than them lot.
Well you know what. I just don't care. There are far worse things than your cold stare. Harsher things than your grey glare, I'm not a sheet for you to tear. Well you know what. Yeah, I'm strong too.
Beauty is found in all shapes as forms,. What isn't beautiful is people trying to conform,. To the latest stereotypes,. The media hype,. Size zero models with no woman about them,.
I can't bear to show my bad side, It makes everyone want to hide. I give them all three looks, And start throwing furniture and books.
Just sit down and write, Forget about it all. If only for tonight, You could write till morning calls. Sit down and write, Just let your stresses pass.
I like to think I know it all, I like to think I'm ace, (Okay, I'm pretty awesome,) But there's still some empty space.
My time has come, For me to leave, This land of opussia, But please don't grieve. My time, for now, Has come about quick, But here in opuss, I shall not stick.
My body's Weary, My eyes have gone bleary, I'm tired to the bone. My end arrives nearly, And so I see clearly, I've past sins to atone.
I want to pack my heart every single day. Hug myself and walk away. I want to heal the wounds you made. I want your love to leave me and just fade. I'll teach my heart to be cruel.
Did I just hear right A thousand Opusses.
You shall weep silently no more my dear, My love shall bind up all your painful spots, Your heart I will softy hold, ever near, Our souls bound by most unbreakable knots.
Breathe. Over me. Gently. Breathe Over me. Whispering. Gently. Breathe. Over me. Silently. Whispering. Gently. Breathe. Over. Me. Your love. Silently. Whispering. Gently. Breathe. Over. Me. Forever.
Shall I compare you to a razor blade Every time I swallow my poor throat Thou art a tempest I wish would bloody fade Still I shall rest but a bit longer and gloat You have appeared at a most...
If you want to escape, hop into a book. I promise there's more here than how it may look. Torn cover, tattered pages, some wear and some tear.
#opussweeklychallenge. (I have no idea if this fits as a sonnet???). For her I'd walk on withered blistered feet. And fight the weather the wind and the snow. If at the end of this walk we shall meet.
You think you're so darn clever, You think, "She's met her match". You think you've fin'lly shut me out, And secured the sturdy latch.