Maybe You Are ComingI lie awake at night Pondering, questioning. Why have we spentMaybe You Are Coming
All this time?
Writing love letters, Correlating sighs, Rekindling a love burned over,
Time and time & time.
Leaving toothpicks for the beetles And confetti in the sand,
Why did we beautify ourselves when we were feeling sad?
It's the experience.
Of stopping. and falling in love.
With ourselves. with each other.
With strangers on the street.
This is the experience. Of mental illness.
Of loss.
Of something stronger than- Just. Us. &
Dimple KissesI can finally see That you were right there beside me.Dimple Kisses
A shadowy touch,
The answer to my whispered prayers,
You are right here beside me.
Ive always been on my own- But now/ I am/ with/ you.
A quickly caught breath, The blink of an eye- A kiss for each dimple As midnight draws nigh. The warmth of the summer And the wind through my hair,
Our last together, forever, As good-bye draws near.
That Summer LoveHe told me he loved me and that I was beautiful and someday we could own a Jeep.That Summer Love
He bought me amazing turkey sandwiches and spent time with me in fields of weeds—growing all wild and brightly colored in their tans and sage greens. We’d stare up at that big scooped out bowl of sky and the storm clouds brewing and boiling on the most beautiful day of the century and never once question why. Why we existed or why we were there or even why everything was perfect in that place and time. It just was enough to be there.
I’d twirl around and around and around on worn concrete to open mouthed smile
Muddy Like the Number Ninethey say i am beautiful like the number nine and muddy like a burned out flash cube. they say that i am as glamorous as broken glass. i am thought to be bright colored pieces of dried paint and horribly similar to left over pocket change. they say i am like a spoon, all shining, silver, elegance. they say that my throat is gravel and that my touch is charismatic.Muddy Like the Number Nine
they say.
they say many things.
but mostly they say that i am beautiful.
they say
that
i
am like
you.
that is what they really say.
broken because of youI love you so much This is killing my heart Seeing you so unhappy So torn, and its my fault Broken, or breaking And all because of how I feel I want to change it I really do try But you don’t believe me anymore I tried not to love you I really did But you… you were just to perfect To beautiful in what you do And now its just a lie Thank you for your lies Thank you for your good byes Do you know how many tears I shed over you, over us Over my broken heart and soul And it was all my fault I just cant stop loving youbroken because of you
Dark AngelI saw her once across the pond The shattered girl with curls she had the 100 yard stare she was in her own worldDark Angel
I inched closer clearing the view she wore a long black gown I have to admit the sight was new Just like the bruise that marred her face This is a memory I can't face down
She seemed to bathe in the silence The mascara ran thick as onyx someone broke her soul as well this is the day the dark angel fell
Flowers of a broken loveA story once told, from lips so sweet I ponder the words, as our eyes never meetFlowers of a broken love
Kisses upon a lily, Sitting upon a rose, touching of fingers, wiggling of toes
Thou hast promises of nothing so grand broken are these hearts never touching a hand
Once hast lovers gaze crossed over starry skies a love that's now so empty hearts of both, dies
lies are all broken love a bitter sweet thing losing all our love sickness flowers die, ending spring
| my homecoming close up of loveliness?? idk this is me... ive never had an id before so here you go. |
what happened to me.
elise.
Llama
(idk if that's how you spell it..brain freeze)
you've inspired a seemingly anti-inspirable chick..
yes i made that word up lol
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"The thing people fear most, isn't death...
It's being forgotten. We're all here now,
We all wanted someone to know"
-Kitano Shiori
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beauty has no need for perfection.
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Either let me fly, or give me death
Let my soul rest, take my breath
If I don't fly I'ma die anyway, I'ma live on
But I'll be gone any day. - DMX
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beauty has no need for perfection.
--
Either let me fly, or give me death
Let my soul rest, take my breath
If I don't fly I'ma die anyway, I'ma live on
But I'll be gone any day. - DMX
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beauty has no need for perfection.
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Either let me fly, or give me death
Let my soul rest, take my breath
If I don't fly I'ma die anyway, I'ma live on
But I'll be gone any day. - DMX
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