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#love. My eyes don't lie. I see what you hide. Deep hidden love denied. Denying yourself in tears you've cried. Open up and let yourself be free. Come take my hand and trust in me.
I don't need a hero to save my day, Rather one who will just listen to my pain and support me through my fights I don't need someone to think they can protect me from everything bad in life, Rather...
I can't tell you your fortune. Or read you your fate. It's yours to create. I can't heal all your wounds and treat all your sprains. But I'll take your pain.
My eyes are tired, Red with pain, Drained out, Like desert rain. Dull ache Through my bones, Crushed silk, Love on loans. Fairy wings Through locked doors, Unpainted walls, Red foot sores.
The shower my bed. The bathroom stall and my head. These are the places my tears have been shed. Into my pillow and out in the street. Inside my nightmares and inside my dreams.
She was lost in her thoughts Drowning in her mixed up emotions She had tried going through the motions But realised true love is what she sought.
She hid behind frosted thick glass, Not wanting to be seen, just wanting to be passed. Hiding away her face, her soul... Unwilling to be hurt, by the boys that are bold.
We all have bad days When our colours change from yellow to blue We say "I'm ok" But deep inside you know it's just not true There's a dark cloud raining over you With shades of black and grey An...
If you haven't felt this Then there's no way you can speak Don't tell me how you understand Don't tell me I am weak This feeling of despair I feel Is unique to me I don't want your well meaning...
The girl in the bubble felt no fear- For she knew danger could come not near. Safe and sound in her bubble she sat. 'Till along one day came a boy named Matt. Matt pretended all kindness and care.
My heart is metal,. With cranes and cranks,. A common know-it-all,. As tough as tanks,. My heart is deep red,. Filled with passion,. And building dread,. From a love ration,. My heart is blue,.
I smile to say I'm fine, To lie about the pain behind my eyes, To keep it hidden from sight. It's painted upon my face, To pretend Everything is ok, When really I feel like closing down this charade.
Could I stay here forever. Please. Just lay here. Where you cuddle yourself in at night. Where you slowly, fearlessly drift in to sleep. Protected, like a mother protects its child.
#Fear #emotion On the outside I stand strong, So trust me as I say, It's hard for me to write this post, But I'll admit these here today: I'M AFRAID of darkness, That overwhelming black, Sitting in...
Look closer...no....look again...the monkey is behind the yellow flower...small and orange...black and White....fragile...hiding from big predators...it needs food...but is scared...what is out there.
It's when all those things you heart's been feeling & longing all this while, talks back to you in a movie; ...imagine how those feelings can stab you so hard to the chest and right through your...
Wounds of war, healed with stitches, Wounds of soul, healed with words, Pain inflicted, Cruel to me.
Softening around the edges,. My tender hearts waiting for you. Come dance with me, feel the rhythm and the beat. It's like a dream come true. I used to be angry and broken.
Love is like Love is like the gift of life that cannot be replaced, I dream about you every night with my hands around your waist. You hold the key for my heart, You held it from the very start.
Help me. Close your eyes and lay your head beside me. Melt all of the ice inside me. Touch me. Let me feel your fingers warmth. Push my black hair back and forth. Don't lose me.
I'm going to bare my all. Show you who I am. I will strip away my layers. For you to applaud or damn. Each layer is like fine paper. Rip it gently for it'll tear. As the delicately removed layers.
I'm not a fool, and I don't wear it on my sleeve, but in your case...
Without you Who will notice When I fall again Into that black place Of loneliness and Self-loathing And fear of doing Anything outside My comfort zone.
I keep my paint brush with me, Where ever I may go, In case i need to cover up, So the real me doesn't show.