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How can you tell… if it's really love. If you've never felt love before, how do you know you are in love. How can you be sure it's not just infatuation. Something that could fade over time.
I stare out of my living room window, I sit there pondering the difficulties of life, the rain begins to dance down the glittering glass.
Do you ever get that feeling where you don't want to talk to anybody. You don't want to smile and you don't want to fake being happy. But at the same time you don't know exactly what's wrong either.
I'm not perfect, But trust me, ive tried to be, and now i know it will never work. I've made mistakes. I've taken the easy way out. I've lied to my friends.
I find myself clinging on to the past.. Reminiscing, hoping , missing anything I can grasp.. As happy I am with life for me... I can seem to look and see..
I have been pondering for a while Of petty things that took me a thousand miles The thought of you gave me a smile Swept away this thing they call black bile You were once a stranger I know nothing...
I can't explain here, but what I do for 'a living/work' is really Odd, but at the same time, at the edge of technology, while being frankly 'kak' on occasion.
Actions cannot be undone, words cannot be unsaid. There is an ineloquence to her silence, it is loud and it is blunt.
To produce nothing but withdrawn faith,. On that once wild, now withered day. Allows us time,. So sweet, so true, so unbelieving. What have we survived, conquered and ultimately overcome.
It's like...
I don't write for you I don't write to make you like me I don't write to make you hate me Or to boost or batter myself over your reviews I don't write so you'll think I'm wise or deep Edgy or "emo"...
He sat cracking his knuckles Over marmalade Ignoring burned toast Cold in the rack And fixed me with That all-seeing stare The one that knew When I'd been slack Or told a lie You need to sleep...
I can't recall the moment when the doubt ripped your face, Or put my finger on quite when the fog took your place..
Sleepy eyes Slowing Down Not enough energy To smile or frown Tiring, bl ur ri n g R b i n u b n g My...
If I could have more I would, If I could save it I would, If I could stop it I would, If I could fast forward it I would, If I could rewind it I would not.
You register every glint, every dazzle, Of the purity that surrounds us, But only through your eyes, Would we be able to understand your experiences.
I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them that no one else gets to see. If you followed them around, even for a day, like a blessed ghost.
(This is my very first poem; I have never written poetry before, not even when I was at school.
A train can only go forward or back, to destiny or the past.
April 23 @ 1:34 am I have many things in mind that I want to write about but every time I would plan to start I always get stun and all the words just fly away and starts to vanish leaving me...
It's the strangest thing.
How must this look within your eyes. Do you think me of as disgusting, Or plain full of lies. What do you think of what I am. Do you think I terrible, and should be damned.
What is this life that has come to be. Every day a reflection of what has made me Does everyone live it. Or with the smallest tap do they slip and sigh of the edge of the map.
From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring.