It's time to catch up World.Crawl, Crawl out of the pit of commercial, materialistic, obese laziness. Embarrassed understanding stings. Ignorance is bliss. Until the ignorant realise their ignorance and then ignorance is bashful. Pellets of snow and ice graze steadily away at the dying skin of the past. (Oh! The days of pellets and BB guns and shooting and 'this is enough to feed my longing for something!') They melt through raw cells, seeping into hungry conscious. The hunger for knowledge and surprises and the thick, blissful, startling downpour of understanding (or perhaps never understanding) is unappeasable, TheIt's time to catch up World.
regretShe said….”i cant forgive u or trust u with stuff in my life agen -its jus not in me at all nemore. i still feel reali deflated and exhausted about it”regret
It cuts me up and makes me pull my hair.
It hurts me more than even I understand. I’m so devastated I want to crawl into someone’s arms but someone isn’t here. How can I ever live my life now?
HealingEveryday I see you,Healing
Yet everyday the pain lessens. The ache becomes dull rather than slicing and Sometimes, for a moment, I can forget how much you hurt me.
Waking Up Is The WorstI dream of us every night. In dreams I have the power to fast forward, rewind and pause.Waking Up Is The Worst
So I can re live every personally beautiful memory. But every night it’s the same old worn out memories, There haven’t been any new creations. Not since our ‘mutual’ break-up. The worst part is that split second it takes while waking up to realise. To realise that they were just dreams. And as the dreams are buried under reality, The truth is a rock gripped around the heart that pulls it down, Down into the day.
Down Day after day.
Your VoiceI erased your message today, the last one you left on my machine. The rest have long been gone - the letters, promises, gifts - thrown away shortly after you left as I tried to be sensible, to accept, to move on.Your Voice
But I kept your voice, pulling it out on rainy days, weepy nights. The words didn’t matter; listening to the deep baritone, the handsome timbre, I could dream that you’d be back.
I’ve pretended long enough. I’m part of your history now,
a closed book never to be reopened. I wiped your voice away and wept, wishi
how i will live without you.and it's kind of sadhow i will live without you.
in a way to know that forever is never (really) forever-
to know
that you will love other people and I will cry for different things (and a piece of me will go missing- given to you and taken away.
i could never be that person again.)
&while I have you, now,
one day you will be fading fast and I'll be trying to remember
what I'm missing out on.
Beating Hearts, BabyI'm done being sad about this.Beating Hearts, Baby
You made a choice. It was stupid. It was wrong. But you made it.
I may never know why you asked me the things you asked me, why you gave me the answer you did, but I'm done caring.
You expect me to be sad and small and walk on eggshells around you. It's what I should do. What a proper person would do.
Oh sweetie, don't you know me at all?
With a simple smile, I will bring you to your knees.
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I'M SO JEALOUS...
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i write. this is what i want.
and sometimes i write lyrics for boy bands.
Yeah, I don't know much about myself, but I do know somethings.
^_^
Nice gallery btw.
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Her eyes caught mine, and from that moment, I knew I was a goner.
Hope to see more from you soon ^^
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