Beautiful Lies
Beautiful lies...
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Beautiful lies...
Why is it that I often daydream, or rather yearn about being yours again. Why do I keep missing when you would actually try and make an effort to talk to me.
He opened up the post, it was a letter, quite a sight Decree Absolute across the top in black and white He read it once, and then again, upon his face a smile He'd have to tell his mates at work, in...
Hey, I know we haven't talked in awhile.. Just short talk, but I just question of what ever happened to us.. I mean we were in love right. Because I know I was..
the word love is used to often,. the word love has lost its definition,. the word love has been thrown around aimlessly,. the word love has lost its destiny,. the word love has been ruined by some,.
I've been fine for ages..no thoughts or feelings about boys or whatever. I stopped thinking about him too. But I just watched an episode of Rain Love and it made me emotional.
I wish I could Tell you how much I love you I wish I could Tell you how much I need you How much my heart brakes At every stepping stone I take And I know you can't be there I wish I remembered more...
She let me down gently. She was not ready. We lost contact. Not a day has gone by where she hasn't crossed my thoughts. We have conversed a few times since.
Beautiful butterfly your wings so bright, fly away butterfly out of sight. Flutter here flutter there, all I can do is stand and stare.
The beginning of each line encourages you to read in the way that Winston Churchill might have delivered a speech, his original quote, a toast to the WI went something like...
Somehow his words inexplicably depict what I hide...even from myself. Truly beautiful...
Love is beautiful, powerful dangerous... And all the more scary for it. To know that they are the ones that can hurt you the most but will also pick you up when you fall.
Shreds of moonlight hit that space, the space you used to fill. I remember you used to look out of the curtains and wish on that star, those wishes as secret as forgotten memories.
Beneath the dust of many years,hides your fears,your hopeless tears,. Caught up in the glossy photo-sheet, where your dreams and nightmares meet,.
I found someone Who looks the same Talks the same Moves the same Way we did when to all Intent and purpose We were kids I found a girl Who drinks the same Way you did Before our tracks Our train...
If you’re in London right now... it is raining I can see drops of rain very clearly on my window Each drop of rain is so clear...
Magic hour. Sunday again. I don't mind, really. There's something almost ethereal about this time of day, on this day in particular. All Sundays I mean, right before the day gives itself to the night.
When the stars come out And the moon shines bright Give me a sign, one I won't doubt Give me a light A way to see What I mean to you Am I your sun, your moon, your sea. Am I as minor as a leaf of...
A poem for you I wrote a poem for you, but I hid it among words. To tell you what I feel I'm nothing if not a coward.
It's hard to fight our emotional connections with situations and people. Thoughts can be prevented through distraction and procrastination but emotions are existent and merely suppressed or expressed.
Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry You don't know how lovely you are I had to find you, tell you I need you Tell you I set you apart Tell me your secrets, and ask me your questions Oh let's go...
I don't know how today is going to go. No work, but not for a good reason. I'm sitting in my parent's lounge in Birmingham, with full anticipation.
Love is not measured by the length of time, Love is not measured by pennies or a dime, Love is not measured by how much we weep, Love is not measured by memories we keep.
There isn’t a moment that goes by where I don’t think about you. I remember all the good times, the memories, the way things were…The more I think about those times, I regret how I was.