Watching from a far.Watching you love her kills me.
Perfectly Imperfect.I never claimed to be perfect to anyone, about anything.I never said Iwas a perfectpoet or writer.But I writefrom my heartand feelings.I'm told thatmakes a goodpoet and writer,anyway.I never said I'dbe the perfectfriend. But I'mthe best I canbe. My friendsthey love meJust the wayI am. So I haveto be doingsomethingright, right?I never said Iwould be theperfect student.Even thoughI try as hardas I can. Inever promisedgood grades.But I pleasethe teachers,with what Iget...I never said Iwould be themost perfectdaughter Iknow that myparents wantme to be. ButI know theylove me nomatter what.And I never said I would be the perfect person, but who is really?
Easy A.So lets get rolling with it.Going to dress it up for you.I'm going to pull an 'Easy A'.I'll do it proudly i'm not half hearted. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me.I'm not fake I don't spread lies.I'll shake my hips and hypnotize.I'll dress it up, i'll dress it down.Make your boys heads turn around. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me.I do circles around the small town.By all the people you tried misguide.Smiling brightly at there shocked faces.That will keep you talking for awhile..but like I said... Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me.
Story of my life really.Don't tell me how i'm supose to be feeling...It's something I have to work out myself.Don't feed them lies about me anymore.It get's back to me before you're finished.Don't try and make me feel bad about you.It doesn't work anymore. I've grown up.Stop trying to destroy my life at every chance.You're failing, it's only making me stronger.And i'm not telling you want to do, i'm only warning you.
Broken Promises."I'll always be around."You promised me sweetly.It wasn't like I forced you.But you seemed willing."I care about you, ya know?"You seemed so honest.It wasnt like I caused you to.But I did start to believe you.You made promises to me,We knew you couldn't keep.You broke them one by one,Never apologizing.Never looking back on it.You knew darn well I'd be there.I wouldn't leave you.Because I promised you too.That's okay, I still love you anyway.
Perfect Girl.If I told you how I really felt,You would see how much pain I'm in.And if you saw how much pain I was in,You would know how broken I am.And if you knew how broken I was,I wouldn't be the perfect girl you see me as.
Untitled.I love everything you hate about yourself.
Fake.We are not nothing like you say, We are worse than nothing, we are pretend friends, fake friends. How does it feel to be my fake friend? I know your fake, you have for a while we're pretending to get along for old times sake trying to cling to something we both know is a big mistake. But as you go you take half my world, how can you hate something you once loved. Everyone warned me, you get dragged too, I was convinced I could save you somehow. Maybe I was wrong in trying to fix it all, because somewhere in the havoc you caused my life I lost myself and everyone that was important. I'm going to fight until I win myself back, cut my ties from you because I did something I said i'd never do I compromised myself for you. You clawed your way through my life and out again. Whining about how everyone else seemed to be 'My best friend.' Ever thought my new and latest depression spout was because of you. I don't usually blame people but this time I'm not holding back i'm quite over
10 days, day oneDay one, ten things to ten different people.Person one.- You're my best friend and precious don't you forget it.- You mean everything to me.- You're one of the best things to happen.- You keep me strong. You hold me up.- It hurts when I can't help you.- I wish I could make everything better but I know I can't.- If I could be there you know I would.- I hate when we fight.- It hurts me to see you hurt.- If I could turn back time just for you I would.Person two.-I realise I probably couldn't live without you now.-That doesn't surprise me one bit.-Sometimes I think I annoy you even if you say I don't.-You became someone that means quite alot to me.-I'm scared you will just walk away like almost everyone else.-It surprises me that you still stick around after seeing and knowing everything.-You make me smile with the fact you accept my family for who they are.-I would probably tell you everything on this list.-It scares the shit out of me that I trust you that much.-I w
absence of colour.he sees in black and white, but mostly black.black comes around when he squeezes his eyes shut, when he doesn't want to know what's goingon around him, when he wants to be alone. black overtakes him so often, and he tries to conjureup images of rainbows and smiles, but everything's still black, black, black. his eyes flicker left andright, but they're empty and they don't see anything. he stays at home so often, unwilling to stepout into the world, not knowing if it's morning or night, if he's worthy to be out there. sometimeshe curls up tight in bed and cries, hot tears leaking out from the corners of his eyes and blendinginto the sheets. his short gasps and hiccups sound ten times louder to his ears than usual, and hecries harder.he doesn't care much for people, because no one bothers with him in the first place. he doesn't knowmuch about attention because he's always in his own black world, music drowning out the sorrowsand screams of his heart. sometimes people ask him w
starslike starslet's shine after death
Distorted Beauty.'Because you're beautiful that's why.''Yeah, so you keep saying, over and over again.''Then if you know my answer why do you keep asking?''I'm not quite sure.'---I can't help it if I don't see what you do.---'I find that really shallow, to be blunt.''You can if you wish, you just took it wrong.''How do you come to that conclusion?''Because you are beautiful that's why.'---Because apparently i'm beautiful.---'Oh yeah beautiful, you can't see me.''I can still hear you when you mumble.''Right, well, I can't understand you.''You can't understand or see yourself.'---No dear boy you see I can, even if it's a distorted image.---'Why?''Because you are beautiful that's why.''You're frustrating.''You will agree with me one day.'---Always the same answer to most questions.---'Do you change your mind yet?''What do you mean? of course not.''Oh okay, give it time and you will.''Is that why you keep asking?'---I wonder who will win, you give up I win, I give in you wi
For a DateI would like to go somewhere where I could hear you talk,Hear you tell me everything that ever mattered to you,And if you enjoy making out under the moonlight,I would then like to ask you to do it again.I would like to cuddle your hand to my chest,Curl your hair around my sleeves,Wipe the snow from your eyes,And flower that little smile to soften your lips.And I love to feel your soft lips on me,Emotions behind everything you whisper in my ears,Happiness in every one of your silly smiles,Touching the spark in me that is now completely yours.
Regret?Everyone writes about broken dreams, whether love is worth the pain, the crushed dreams of yesterday and chipped hearts incomplete. Everyone writes out of insecurities of the beautiful that brings us anguish of a heartful. I believe that the more negative things we spread in this world, the darker this world will become. And if only we could learn to share in action and words of the things we should live for, then this world may just have become just a little bit better than before.We should never forfeit the good things in life because of the bad,and make our decisions in life based soly upon them. The most valuable things in life are definitely hardest to hold onto, and lies to oneself, pain, fear, or anguish definitely isn't one of them, not if it comes so easy to hold onto.I write to spread love, the true kind. And if you can come to see it in the world around you, then you know how special it can be, how hard sometimes it is to hold on to. But more than anything, it's something
hesitant.you leave your pile of papers neatly on your desk when he calls you to the park one night.pulling on a jumper, you head out to your balcony and jump down.you're quiet as he talks, soft words curling around the tip of his tongue. the two of you arealone in the park near his place, and the stars twinkle through the trees. it's cold, but youthink you'll be fine as long as he's by you. but you don't tell him that, of course. then youstart to wonder how cold he is, or if he's even cold at all. he loves winter, he loves watchingsnowflakes fall. you remember him saying once, snowflakes fall hesitantly, like they knowthat they'll cease to exist once they touch the ground. and no matter how much they try,they don't succeed. it's sad.he's quiet now, and you wonder if he's okay. but pair of you sit without talking; he doesn'tlean his head on your shoulder and you don't reach out for his hand. you watch as the moonrises higher and shines brighter, and what ifs echoes throu
When you miss someone.'Sometimes you piss me off.' I sighed and shook my head.'How do I?' he asked amused.'You never reply when I say I miss you.' I answered quietly.'I miss you.' I said to him.'Oh i'm watching scrubs.' He answered.'Mkay.' I said my heart sinking a little.'So whatcha doing?' he asked me.'Missing you, nothing interesting.' I said sarcastically, but it was the truth.'Righto, I have to go to work. Later cutie.' he said hanging up.'I miss you, and I don't care if you don't say it back.' I said cheerily.'Oh well if you say so. But i'm curious to why you don't.' He said.'What if something happened and I never got to say it again.' I answered.'I miss you, I really miss you.' He said simply.'What? Why' I said shocked.'Because if something did happen and I didn't say it, id die inside.' He replied.
Moments When I'm Happiest.There are times when I'm happy.I'm having fun when we 'plan.'Plan our futures that are quite far away. 'And when we're older in a nursing home,''We will chase each other around.''We will have our own garden,''And electric wheelchairs.' Those moments when we ''fellowship.''You make me smile at the simple things.We giggle at planning our future that's near. 'I want a bunny, and or a puppy.''And a puppy**' you would correct me.'Oh and a bird I want a bird.''Budgies are cute.' you would chime in.I know we will try our hardest,To see these plans coming about.We both know it's that best friend sister bond. 'We can live together.''And have fun chill times.''We should live in a house with three bedrooms.''Yesh, we should.' You agree.The crying at all hours of the morning.The funny conversations we have.The moments where we just sit doing nothing.'Omg! it's an orange orangutan!.' I giggled uncontrollably.'Whaat?!' You laughed looking at me weird.
Imagine this.I write letters that I never send.I pour my heart out, into them.They convey so much of my emotion.I draw pictures that no one will ever see.I pour inspiration, that'll make a masterpiece.Because to me they need beauty.I write stories that have happy endings.I imagine the characters beautiful and strong.Stories people could fall in love with.I daydream of peaceful immature things.Of flowers, of butterflies and of puppies,Lazy hot summer days under big trees.I do this so I don't lose hope.Maybe one day I'll have a happy ending.Of someday being saved from this misery.
Girl I Once Knew.Dear girl I once knew,Your face was bright as flames.Your voice would make the morning birds cry.You made me laugh,you made me smile,you made me cry.You said not to waste my tears on you.But I could not help myself.I knew that no matter what I said,you would not listen,you would not care.I wanted you to know how much I cared.I wanted you to understand.But I could not spill those words.Now you are dead,you bleed out your thoughts from that metal monster.Your body lies six feet under,I will never see your burning face,or hear your voice.You never learned what I had to say.You never heard my confessions.My eyes burn with acidic tears, and I think,"your just a bittersweet memory."Now I write these words in torment.I loved you, I still do.From, The guy that you once knew.
Here Is My SecretHere is my secret, I'll never tell,To get this far, I've gone through hell,Here's my secret, I'll never say,I want to be with you every day.Here is my secret, I'll never speak,If I'm alone, I'm emotionally weak.There's nothing I want more,Than to know what God has in store,For me, for the rest of my days,I hope you'll be there with me always.Here is my wish, at forty-nine to midnight,To be yours forever, it just feels right.Here is my wish, though my lips are sealed.To be yours always, every day praying; I've kneeled.Here is my wish, I want to tell you,To spend my life with you, I don't want someone new.What else can I say to tell to you?There is no one else, for me it's only you.What more can I do to show to you?I know this feeling I have, grows ever deeper for you.What else can I feel,This desire to hold you, is just too real.
Changed.She's changed. Really, now? I hadn't n o t i c e d.Does that make me wrong?Am I bad? I just didn't quite understand the circumstances.When you say that she's different,do you m
Be My MuseNever love a poet.Everything will mean..so, so much more to them than it willto you.Never let a poet love you back.They'll instill you with so much beauty (with their pen crushed to the paper),that you'll scarcely recognize yourself in a pictureAnd you'll hate your reflection in a mirror, after seeing your reflectionin their eyes.
CravingsEvery time you hold me, even in a small way,It becomes all I want to feel,Everything I want to last,And the only thing in this world I don't want to end.Sometimes I wonder if you could feel it too..The way I try to wrap you in my arms,The way I'm torn between the feelings of wanting more,And the fear of losing myself in your warmth.It's like the warmth in your voice when you speak to me,The warmth in your eyes when you see me smile.It's like a sense of love I crave to no end,And something that always makes me hungry for more.
A Complete DistractionI was upset when you kissed me,And suddenly I couldn't remember why.It was like nothing else mattered,Nothing but this feeling in its place.I sometimes reread all the love notes you gave me when I feel this way,Count all the times you could've missed me.Day dream of all the times I dreamed about you,And I've never dreamed about anyone as much as you.So sometime I want to touch you in a small way every time I see you during the day,Just to tease you, and know you'll think of me all the same.But for now I only wish to savor your lips,And this feeling surging unexpectedly from my chest.
I Love You BecauseSometimes I miss you.Sometimes I really miss you.Other times I am craving for you,And occasionally my heart squeezes longingly so.Should I dream of you,I would want you to dream of me too,To be connected in a way beyond your lovely hands touching my side,And just maybe, that divine little weight upon my skin.I used to look for just a girl with a pretty smile,A beautiful mind and lips that speak sweet things...And I am still looking for this girl every morning,Every time I open my eyes in bed, and reaching out to touch, you.
Define: LoveLove is a beautiful thingIt is a painful thingA happy thingA sad thingWith the wrong personIt could even be adangerous thingLove is what keeps us togetherOr what tears us apartOr simply is just therePart of our livesWhat we think aboutBefore we go to bedWhat we dream aboutWhen we are asleepWhat consumes usWhen we are aloneOr when we are togetherGood or badHappy or sadDreams or realityIt is part of our livesIt is love
heartstringsmy heart's yourmarionette darling,and you're its puppeteer.
Kissing in the rain.And when we're in a middle of a fight,your lips come crashing down on mine. Those are the things I miss.