The guitar strums The rhythm slow Carrying us On musical bubbles Through night’s sky Shaded purple haze Dotted starry life A foreign journey To dreams uncharted I like how you move You step into me Stare into my eyes Do you like them? I hope so All they see is you Jumping clouds Fresh air filling lungs…
This was how I felt 4 months ago. So much can change so quickly. We lose ourselves and find ourselves over and over again. Hold tight… Don’t let go… Stay and fight… The lyrics I’ve already heard a thousand times are set on repeat The same sentiments over and over, camped out, taking a seat…
I don’t care what you think Actually, I really kind of do I could be crazy, could be sane My ideas might seem wrong Or maybe more clever than smart But I’m naked in front of you This is the real me, not a fantasy I don’t have a beautiful body And my face is…
Do you ever feel like you have a million things to say to a hundred different people but you don’t because you are afraid they won’t hear you? They won’t care? They won’t understand? We are becoming words on a screen. Body language is being left out. I can say I need help but you…
I hate someone. I am not proud of it. Hate is like a tick I can’t get rid of. I don’t enjoy the feeling and I don’t like its all consuming nature. I have tried forgiving this person I hate for her careless judgements and her senseless attacks but it’s hard. It is hard because…
Our relationship wouldn’t last long I could see the end before it even began I knew that truth even as I held out my hand Your eyes were speaking volumes Damaged they said Handle with care they said Your words carefully guarded Small hesitant snippets here Carefully thought out sentiments there You need my help,…
I’m inside four walls Locked and bolted Cemented inside Echoes from without Beg to get within As I lay on my back Pondering what’s been And focusing on how I’ll begin yet again Locked and bolted Inside these four walls
I wander through the hallways Straightening pictures that I took Smiling at the memories And every place we stood I’ll leave them hanging As I pack every single box There on the same wall With the same ticking clock I will leave the story written For others to erase Because I don’t have the heart…
Sometimes we all lose control Undiagnosed Hidden deep down Moving around In the underneath Snaking its way With insensitivity Prolonging emotions With turbulent chaos Acts of joy and love Riddled with shame Deep sadness Unrelenting anxiety No escaping barriers Foundational walls Built to protect Are falling in Rubble cascading Toward a mad demise Each betrayal…
I still believe in the magic of true love. Ice crystals formed White lace spiders Spelling out her name The house was dark The windows dirty Residents long gone She came to the house Decades ago a child Abandoned At the age of three Just another mouth to feed She came here Met the man…
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