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Stop Take a moment To stop scrolling And hear a little bit about me. Before you dismiss this And move onto the next All it takes is a click. I'm not the same as everyone else.
*After a bath* I told her everything. She understood me, well I think she did. She is very good listener, and I am very talkative, so as best friends we are good match.
I am lost in this puddle of doubt, I am trying to escape the thickness of sorrow which makes up the fog, As the fog becomes darker The puddle becomes deeper Making me sink more and more under it...
#Household A teenage boy was told to practise his kissing in the mirror in his bedroom. He did not realise by doing this ritual strange feelings would soon loom.
I fought so hard to get you, I cried the ocean dry, And now I'm not sure I want you, And I need to work out why.
I was slow to finish but quick to start. I'm hard and strong yet soft of heart. I'm soft and loving yet never cry. I love to shop yet never buy. I like smart clothes but never dress smart.
Written for @qwertysss my school friend and fellow Opuss writer who has used all of these beautiful words but denies she can write a good story.
I've not been here long I'm still exploring.
I hope you make mistakes like me On your journey to what will be Some will cost you dearly Others help see clearly All are necessary on your journey to what will be.
Tomorrow is my last day of college. It still hasn't sunk in yet, but thats generally the case with me, nothing hits me till I'm in the moment, by then it's too late.
Since we are now separated from the good times, it's hard to see why we fell. Then when I look into your eyes , I remember not the bad times but all those times we had that meant the world.
Hope you've not forgotten me I'm here and I will always be I've found and settled somewhere new I'm so happy,and I'm safe too.
Love this song/poem - the words are so true The Rose Some say love, it is a river That drowns the tender reed. Some say love, it is a razor That leaves your soul to bleed.
The wind swifts his hair back and forth, the way he walks makes him seem like such an innocent child, yet sins as much as the devil would.
Blissful, Beautiful, Anyone could see I fell hard for you, Wonderful, Fantastical, But that's the difference between me and you, You didn't feel it too. How could I be so blind. Eating all your lies.
Yes, I am a teenager, But I'm not just what you think. Don't stereotype what you don't know, I'm not some missing link. I don't drink or smoke or party too much, It's fine if you don't believe me.
Life goes on; so I've been told, Days fly by and we'll all get old. We're all afraid to be unique, To find ourselves is what we seek.
I'm walking down to the coffee shop. Our coffee shop. He'd always get me a large and himself a medium. He would let me sit while he got our drinks. He was my first love.
You are so much more With lots in-between.
Three o'clock in the morning. You don't even know why you're still awake. And suddenly, deep inside, something, triggered a few days ago, pushes the carefully installed dominos of your personality.
I hate it when people say I don't fit in. I hate it when people say I can't do this. I hate it when people say I'm not good at anything. I hate it when people say I'm not perfect.
Lost in apathy and giving in to ease, an eternal hole inside so painful it brings a grown man to his knees.
I'm sorry for the way I behave. Tried hard to please you but I'm no. Slave. I need to do things for myself. Before it ends and I'm left on the shelf. Still young enough to start anew.
In life, there will surely be a time when we end up being like a lost child. The more we struggle, the least likely we’re going to be able and find our way.