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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
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.
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
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.
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
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
Why do I love you so much?Why is it?
Why is it you always love the one you can never be with?
This world’s so cold.
Everyday, I see you at school.
I came up to your face really close once.
I wanted to kiss you.
It took everything I had not to.
I’ve loved people before.
But no one like you.
I love you with all my heart and more.
It hurts to say it’s true.
Because you’ll never be with me.
Even though I want you.
I think about you every second of my day.
I want to be with you,
When you are away.
My best friend loves you too.
What am I to do?
Everyone says I look like you.
I guess maybe I do.
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
Our Ocean SunsetWe walk down the boardwalk, just me and you chatting
Pointing at the sunset over the iridescent ocean
Stopping at the end where the wood grain laid under our hands
All of a sudden I feel your eyes on me,
Searching for something in my face
Turning, I look at you with a questioning look on my face
Your hand reaches down sweeping the hair out of my eyes
I blush as your fingers linger for a moment,
And begin to trace a pattern on my cheek,
With no warning, you pull back, as if snapping out of a trance
Blushing yourself, while having your hand scratch the back of your head
Staring into the distance almost like your afraid of rejection
Your eyes d
Forever Reminded of You"I'm leaving the Host Club."
The sentence rang around the room.
"You've done this once already, boss, it's not as funny the second time around," said Hikaru with a nervous laugh.
But those deep violet eyes gave no hint of a joke.
"Tama-chan?" Hunny asked. "Has Lady Éclair forced herself on you again?"
"No, this time I'm going of my own accord."
His voice was cold and harsh, unlike the Tamaki they knew so well.
The girl's voice echoed in the silence.
They looked at each other. He gave no reply and left the room.
As the Host Club gazed out the window into the continuous downpour of rain, they saw him get into his c
Once Upon a LieLife doesn't begin with
'Once upon a time,'
Nor does it end with
'Happily ever afters.'
Life is a spark
that can sizzle and die
like the last burning coal
in the cinders.
Lies beget lies
that lay in a child's heart
They only escape when
their prison is broken.
And the child will wake up
no longer a child,
and happy endings
will soon be forgotten.
He will walk all the paths
in search of true love
But hurt waits for him
in every cranny and nook
And she shall find that this world
is far from the dream
that existed only
in the pages of her book
There is no magic to help him
conquer his fears
For the many dragons
Hate Me InsteadI'd rather have you hate me
a thousand different ways
And have you look me in the eyes
and say it to my face
Say it a million times, if you will
in all the languages you know
Hurt me with your harshest words
and just let my tears flow
At least it's something I deserve
for all that I've done wrong
At least I knew this was coming
and you knew it all along
I'd rather you despise me
with all your soul and heart
Than fill me with deceitful words
that will tear me apart
The pain of your hate would be terrible
this I know for sure
But that is how you truly feel
and time will give me a cure
For if you say you hate me
and I know t
Lies and TruthSAYS THE BOY:
Flowers hidden behind my back
to make up for what I truly lack;
I try to fake a smile
holding her hand all the while
and I speak words that hold no truth:
"I'm sorry, I love you."
SAYS THE GIRL:
Eyes are windows to the soul.
My hand is the only thing he holds;
not my heart.
Inside me, a raging flood
Hate for him thundering in my blood.
He speaks lies, but I speak the truth:
"I'm sorry I loved you."
She decided a young woman like her had no business being imperfect. Impurities had to be expelled from her life, no matter the cost. A universal remover promised to be her savior. It lived up to its commercials, doing away with the stains that disgraced her floor and some of the walls.
Would domestic hygiene free her from being flawed? Doubtful. This product guaranteed to exterminate any kind of filth. Could it go beyond the material things? She rubbed the substance on her forehead, and conjured as many negative thoughts as possible. They were recalled, only to vanish from memory a second after.
Satisfied? Not quite. Even the good recollect
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