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I'd like to think I'm a very good person. I'd like to think I could easily achieve what I want in life. I'd like to think that it completely wasn't my fault that my first relationship ended badly.
Sometimes I sit and wonder why, I let so many hours pass me by, I should be productive, creative and smart, And make myself a nice new piece of art.
I'm not ready Leave me alone. I'm not ready Don't talk to me. I'm not ready Stop poking me. I'm not ready Rubbing my sore eyes. I'm not ready The world is too loud.
Goodnight. What a fun fight.
She's blonde, she's pretty, She has beautiful eyes, She's skinny, she's tall, She barely has to try. She walks into a room, And everyone stares, She loves the attention, Loves that everyone cares.
I heard you dyed your hair, and that it's looking really nice, you're not answering my calls, and that's not so cool, I want to speak to you, but maybe I've been a fool. have I done something wrong.
Ok this is it. Been plucking up the courage for an hour. She keeps glancing over. I gotta go for it. I have to speak to her. I need to know the answer. Come on,you can do it.
-----From Brian's perspective --------------- 'I honestly dont know what I've done!' I kept on saying it an saying it, but no-one seemed to believe me, it's not like I would get rid of Sally like...
Sometimes I can see it, crystal clear: My thoughts. Running about my head. Neon blue, ultra violet. ... Perhaps velvet to the touch. Snapshots of memories, hung up like photographs in a darkroom.
Hello there it's me again, That voice you can't control. The one that tells you straight, To ease the burning in your soul. I can't believe that now, After everything I said.
Covers off, Just one leg out, Covers on, Scream and shout. Is there a monster Under my bed To grab my leg So BOOM I'm dead. Check under.
When you moan. It's just a drone. I want to throw my tea. I am eating into your face. When you moan. Your just monotone. I want to just scream. Throw things all over the place. Oh please don't moan.
When you moan. It's just a drone. I want to throw my tea. I am eating into your face. When you moan. Your just monotone. I want to just scream. Throw things all over the place. Oh please don't moan.
Consciously telling myself to not text or call you unnecessarily is harder than expected. I feel like I'm going cold turkey. So, I hope writing it here will take my mind of things. How are you...
Can you define me. Am I normal, am I creative. Am I trying to be more than I am. Do people see the quiet guy and judge me for my solitude.
The reasons to stay come and go, I really just don't know. The reasons were strong enough to stay, But now it's crippling like the strings of hay.
Here I sit. Trying to think. But my brain doesn't want to play. Should I continue my story. Maybe some random blog. About nothing in general. But all my mind can see. Is a foggy grey hue. No spark.
Tomorrow, I need for you to drive safe for things we've left unsaid. Talking to you is never easy. When ever I see you my heart goes crazy.
This is not a poem. Sorry.:/ when I get angry I write instead of rant. What do you think. :) Why do you have to be better at everything.
Guess what, Opuss. I have an exam. On Russian history. Yet here I am. Posting a story, Checking you out, When I should be cramming... What's that all about?.
I don't see how this is going to work, We're from completely different planets you see. I haven't had the confidence to talk to you, And by now, I'm sure you've forgotten about me.
For the last few days I've felt so lost. At first I thought I would forget you but every time I catch a glimpse of you my heart jump starts like I'd been electrocuted. Silly isn't it.
I watched her Through the corners of my eyes As I climbed the hill And she down Book in hands, head down Watching her steps...
I'm sitting here with music blasting out my headphones, hoping "he" will message me or something, showing that my effort to be noticed by him hasn't failed. And I was just thinking: What if.