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I like staying in my bubble And be out of trouble I like staying in my bubble and never have to bother When I leave my bubble and start hearing the bla bla blas I remember my bubble and then I want...
I didn't see this girl on that morning and I'm home again now. Sat here thinking that maybe me failing to talk to this girl isn't as bad as I thought.
I envisaged this idea that I will have a better future. I meant to have a much fulfilling and satisfying life when I said better.
It's a capital offence these days to tell the truth and not believe. I lay my secrets out on the table and hide my feelings underneath.
Everyday I feel like, everything is a routine.
This isn't a love poem. Or a creepy midnight scare. This isn't about feelings. Or what's over there. This isn't about past, present or future. It's not about who I love. This isn't about my life.
Dark eyes shelter the moonlight Dark eyes reflect in the moon Dark eyes watch you when you are half awake Dark eyes watch your every move Bright eyes watch you intently Bright eyes smile back...
Have you ever been called a loner. Not for a moment , But for a good amount of your life.
You've graciously taken me in. When I feel as if. I've got no place. In your wondrous world. You've kindly communicated with me. When I feel like. I'm not belonging. Here, with you, at all.
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In that one moment sleep can take me. Willingly into its arms. Let me dream about winning. And a life without any harm. But once I set my head to rest. On a pillow I find the best.
I knew I should have just stick to my guards. It was too good to be true.
My shoulders are very broad, But that's to hold up my woes. And although they may seem small. So am I right to my toes. So don't look at me in horror... Malaise or disgust.
Desperately trying to fight back the tears. A lifetime of struggle in just a few years. At the end of the tunnel there may be light. But while I'm in the tunnel it's a constant fight.
Wanna know what I miss. Being so dang carefree and bubbly that I didn't notice bad in life. That sums it up, but I could speak of it forever. You know what sucks.
I have a habit. A very bad habit (At least for me) And no one knows about it. Don't get me wrong though, I'm no rebel, This habit is not the typical type like you might be thinking about.
My brain is rolling around in my skull. It just doesn't seem to work right today. Everything feels pretty boring and dull. It wasn't much different yesterday.
I'm sweet and kind and happy. I love math and music and books. I love writing things even if they're sappy. I'm not really liked for my looks. I try to be as genuine as I can be.
I think I need a Shrink - a Doctor for my head I've got this crazy problem It's making me turn red....
Look into my eyes, can you see my pain. Can you see the light in me, like a candle in the rain. Look into my eyes, can you see my past. Can you trace the years of suffering burning fierce and fast.
Thoughts are bubbling to the surface, Of who, of what, of that, I don't know how to control it, To maybe just sweep it under the mat.
I'm just little old me Little yes, but I'm no oldie London is my home, but I do quite like to roam. I'm a dancer and at times a bit of a chancer.
Is this the world that I've dreamt of. No. It isn't what I've dreamt of. So why am I living without someone who cares. Without someone who will always be there.
I really don't want to see or hear anyone. At this stage in my life I finally paused and realized the amount of time, attention and emotions I have invested in those people with nothing in return.