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I do not love you
yet,
I hardly love myself,
but I feel my heart
swelling with
unspoken things
that my mouth hasn't
learned to say-
I want to take away
your coldest and
loneliest winters
and shine for you
like the summer sun,
kissing each freckle
on your shoulders
like they're ripples
on the shoulders
of the sea.
I want to be your
something good.
I want to stand
barefoot in the
dirt and dust of
disappointment and
offer you flowers
with calloused hands,
because no matter
what may come,
I want to be your
reminder that
life is still beautiful.
I do not love you
yet,
I hardly love myself,
but in the spring
things might be different.
I do not love you
yet,
I hardly love myself,
but I feel my heart
swelling with
unspoken things
that my mouth hasn't
learned to say-
I want to take away
your coldest and
loneliest winters
and shine for you
like the summer sun,
kissing each freckle
on your shoulders
like they're ripples
on the shoulders
of the sea.
I want to be your
something good.
I want to stand
barefoot in the
dirt and dust of
disappointment and
offer you flowers
with calloused hands,
because no matter
what may come,
I want to be your
reminder that
life is still beautiful.
I do not love you
yet,
I hardly love myself,
but in the spring
things might be different.
Literature
Hello, My Name Is...
Hello, my name is Blade
You've come to me before
Tears streaming down your face
As you run outside, slamming the door
My cool metal touches your flesh
And pierces your skin so deep
My touch is the only thing at night
That helps you fall asleep
You long to not be addicted
To the comforting pain I provide
You long not hide the scars
And when someone sees always have ready a lie
Hello my name is Grief
I am why you know Blade
You don't know how to deal with everything
And deep down you're so afraid
Of this pain never ending
Of your heart never finding rest
But but down the knife, sweetie
It really is for the best
Hello my name is Comfort
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Supposed to, but
You're supposed to be there for me
But you really never are
You're supposed to know me
But really you don't know anything
You're supposed to chase me when I run out of the room
But you never leave your chair
You're supposed to love me when I'm happy
But instead you bring me down
You're supposed to hug me when I cry
But instead you just hit harder
You're supposed to know when something's wrong
But instead you just make things worse
You're supposed to miss me when I'm gone
But I doubt you'd even notice
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Once upon a time
I reached for the stars
And tried to climb
The sun's golden bars
But those rays of light
Cut short my flight
I reached for the stars
And fell from the sky
My hopes now scars
I can't justify
To myself alone
I am she who has flown
I tried to climb
Like Icarus the son
Melted wax come noontime
With nothing won
No promises made
No trophies gained
The sun's golden bars
Whose sentinels maintained
The ghosts of Mars
Those who remain
Close to my heart
Forever apart
The rays of light
Have faded away
The moon now night
Where the world decays
And I'm still fading
The sun never staying
Cut short my flight
Left behind it all
I try to
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hmm- this is hard to describe in any way, but i hope it's self sufficient.
winter is always very hard for me. i feel almost like the title itself is a declaration of some extreme accomplishment.
and yes, maybe a day is coming when i will love again. and maybe it will be him.
please comment?
winter is always very hard for me. i feel almost like the title itself is a declaration of some extreme accomplishment.
and yes, maybe a day is coming when i will love again. and maybe it will be him.
please comment?
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Winter is my favourite season-- sadly, I just can't stand the heat of summer. That coldness does have a way of seeping inside though, doesn't it?
Your writing is so pretty, and it flows so well and it's just magic. Thank you for sharing it.
Your writing is so pretty, and it flows so well and it's just magic. Thank you for sharing it.