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One SecondDear You,
Yes, I know what you're thinking:
"There's that creepy girl again,
the one that stares at me all day
and gets all nervous when I'm around."
But I have a lot to tell you,
even if you're not reading this,
so just bear with me.
You- yes, you- are ruining my life.
I used to be so content with myself,
convinced that love was pointless
and dating people is just a hassle.
I knew that looks didn't matter,
that I should look out for myself
and not care what other people think.
What have you done with that girl?
I'm wasting all my time on you,
and I know that, but I can't stop.
I worked so hard on that project,
hoping it would be per
dysmorphic weatherspring came late this year
snow arrived along with april
and i found myself wondering
if this was what the whole year would be like
it wouldn't surprise me
given the recent events
pathetic fallacy and all that
Single FlameShattered and broken apart
I watch you fall apart once again
You don't scream, but i see your pain
I stand by your side over and over again
Just to watch you hurt
She took your heart and tour it apart,
Just to see you cry
She wouldn't help you, she doesn't care
She doesn't even feel you there.
All alone just let her go
Let me guide you through the night and show you the light
For I love you so, but you didn't notice me that summer day.
Now I'm standing here all alone.
Why didn't you let her go,
Why didn't I let you go.
I loved you so, but your gone
For she killed you
I'm all alone, just wondering why you wouldn't let go
I just wait every
unfwould you push me away if i tried to kiss you
because you know i so badly want to
and if you would just open your heart to me
you’d find out my lips are warmer than tea
it’s too hard to try and rhyme this line
so let’s get close and simply intertwine
JuliaShe’s the kind of girl people write books about.
Rides bikes too fast - - no hands, hair in flames eyes too.
Barefoot, dirt smeared, picks dandelions with her toes.
Train-track balancing act,
backyard trapezes laughter,
She paints her walls with memories.
Ceiling too. Me as well.
I find treasures in her soul.
She makes mine.
She has gypsy legs and a homeland heart I cannot steal.
A living poem I can’t rewrite –
the kind of girl summers are made of.
Upon the Final NotesA dance is a dance, a twirl in the night
Begging for a reason, kindling to the flame.
Friendly words whisper to friendly ears,
Of times done and gone.
Lips smile, brushing a soft shoulder,
Begging the heart to make a mistake.
Only will remains, struggling,
Just to persevere.
UnrequitedShe falls in love with him twice a day
and hates him twice as much by night
The starlight makes ribbons of her hair
which is more than he will ever do
And the breeze whispers sweet nothings in her ear
which is more than he will ever say
Her hands are technicolour
and her knees are made of iron
but only in daylight
when he is the sun
And then he sets
and the grass is sprayed with frost
and she can no longer stay outside
without worrying about hypothermia
He’s a desert
and she’s caught in the sand
She falls in love with him twice a day
and hates him twice as much at night
perfectionthe light shines through the car window
moves across your face so lightly
it accentuates your best features
smirk on your face
oh my god
i lay on your shoulder
closing my eyes
not to sleep
but because this moment is perfect
oh how it feels so good
to take things slow
we do not have to be extravagnt
we don't even have to speak
just engulfed in your warmth
engulfed in your heart
Our Afternoon of Dancing RainWalking home alone, as usual,
Phone brightening with your name
Drops fall on the illuminated screen
And you say it’s raining too
Giggling to myself and blushing here and there
Picking up the pace or slowing down,
I rather don’t care for either
Phone vibrates again once more,
And you ask for this dance,
But how I say, thumbs vigorously at work
Pretend, a simple answer,
So I walk home alone still true,
Only now spinning in a happy lil’ tune
As we go about dancing in the rain
Hetalia UsUk Fanfiction Teaser."Dear Arthur,
Are you in the mood for a romantic fuck tonight? I hope so, because when you get home from work, I'll be hiding, and you must find three envelopes that contain clues about my whereabouts. The first clue will be on top of the fridge, each clue will instruct you on what to do. Pay special attention to the last clue. It tells you exactly what I want you to do to me after you find me. But before you look for me, be sure to lube your dick and ass. I want you to be naked, hot, and ready when you find me. I'm so horny from thinking about how much I want to spend the night being deep inside you that my dick is so hard. Know that I'll be
Teen LoveI shouldn't have let this happen,
its only been two weeks.
I'm prepaired to get hurt though
I need to be less meek
When it began I wanted to fall
And was hoping to break
But if he doesn't catch me
Now that pain I couldn't take
I should be honest
honesty can't lie
But when I'm with him
I'm not scared to die
So when push comes to shove
And I state this bluntly
I know I'm in love
Let me tell you a storyLet me tell you a story about a girl and a boy
I fell in love with my best friend
When he's around
I feel nothing but joy
You can tell that I'm afraid of what this might do
Cause we have such
an amazing friendship
That I don't want to lose
Does he know that I love him, or is he not aware?
Does he know that it breaks my heart to see him cry
He's the smile on my face
And I'm not going anywhere
I'm here to see him smile
I'm here to make him happy,
I'm here to hear him laugh
I've been wanting to tell him this for a long while
But I have already heard him say
In passing conversation
He doesn't like me quite like that
Not that I ever asked h
firstloveand if i am to dream of you
and only you,
and if i am to see you -
and only you –
in my mind’s eye…
Then, perhaps, I will cave to the demands that they make of us,
the writers, artists, poets,
we amateurs especially, we, the fledglings;
so that I might write of you:
the faint freckles I envision racing across your smiling face,
hair falling down across your eyes before you brush it halfheartedly away,
the glow of spirit indescribable like a fire in those very eyes,
your curving lips.
If I were honest with myself, I would write it, say it,
that thing I discovered,
a most objective fact – and honestly, it
My Rescued Heart.“This is just another time my pencil touches the paper
And just another time my heart pours out on this page,
Just another time I trust everyone with my deep feelings
And another time for me to forget about rage.”
This time it’s for love and not for the pain
Cause I can’t think of that, not when I’m this sane,
I feel so alive unlike when I lied, unlike when I cried,
All of the pain and regret I held onto fades away.
Now after so many nights of fighting for my heart
In more ways than just that small number one,
I finally have it in my hands, I feel love for myself
And I feel love for every moment I can spend wit
Happiness is only a wishWith shadows ever wishing upon the lonelyness of one another
sad songs play in the distance
as the harps dance with the strings
and the flutes tune to the harmony of the clarenets
wishes of only happiness fills this ones head
Silence is wished upon in my own mind
yet as events come to pass
and people crowd around the mistakes i make
although small and insignificant
take gunshots at my own wishful thinking
"Happiness" is that to much to wish for
upon a night of such peace
i guess it is
Among hearts so strongShadows race among the feelings so uncompareable
with nothing but light in hearts of warmth
questions arise to have answers sweep them off their feet
yet just as the sun sets and waves roll across the shore
love can never be completely devoured
the strength and devotion overcomes everything around it
so let them come , baring whatever weapons they can muster
i will not give up
love is not a choice
it is a lifestyle
And drives away...Arms reach around a body so confused with stress she had no where else to go
as warmth drifted from the boy to the girl she pushes away
scared and hopeless he drifts to the side, not knowing what to do
yet as the shadows race upon his heart so soft
she turns and with back faced she fills the void of him with nothing more than meaningless work and countless hours of careful study
with a darkness upon his heart, he turned back around and walked away
as cracks shift and mold inside of his heart with every step further away
he slithers back into the drivers seat of his car as tears well upon his face
and drives away....
yet with pedel t
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