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Here comes that pretty, Swedish lady again. I see her on the road most mornings. She only tells me hello when she’s passing. And I only say hi to her in response. How I want her to say something else.
We communicate on social media. I send you my pictures and you send me yours. Miss Yen, do you love me? “Yes, I do love you.” I knew it, Miss Yen. “What do you mean by you knew it?”
Hi. How're you? What have you been up to? Cool. Hey. What's up? I'm good. Nice.
I met a young African girl when I was 20 years old Her name was Valerie and she was very appealing I really liked her from the first time I saw her at the youth club,
Your cousin thought I was crazy and she dumped me. Frankly, I don't care what she thinks about me. If Renae were as crazy about me as I want her to be, She’d gladly take me back and have her first child for me. .
The most beautiful lady refused my love. I saw her looking at me provocatively. My heart leapt when I beheld such beauty. She showed signs of affection for me. And I anxiously want to speak to her.
Looking toward the mirror Everything behind me Try to forget But it comes back I am your scars I am your traumas I am your failures I am your disappointments
Hello. I've been waiting for you for about three minutes. You are earlier than usual. Are you ready for lunch? Wait! I got a present for you.
Me and my girl were recently having a conversation, that broadened perspectives and led to revelations. Trying to define relational lines, while avoiding proverbial landmines. I always tell her that to me she's like the sands of time, timeless.
Poetry has taught me That even without conversation There are still ways To inspire ideas To express emotion To connect comrades Even without conversation One can always use their voice
Talking is exhausting. I have to force myself to be eloquent, to say it right To speak clearly and attentively So much energy is used.
live in the moment and have some fun you're blind, you're naive, you never listen get crazy and wild; worry when you're done mind's empty, heart's dull, but your soul glistens
Hey, what’s your name? I’m so charming, i’ll leave a bad taste in your mouth. But don’t put me to blame. I’m the perfect fit for you.
I have this ideal, This unattainable goal; If I could make it real, I'd finally feel whole. These times alone I enjoy, I mean no deceit. But solitude I'd gladly destroy
Respect my time, friend, And I'll respect yours. See this novice recital to an end, And play with me an overture. I'm a busy person, you see, Though I'd be glad to relax together.
Listen -- We are siblings, you and I Two halves to the same whole. You crumble and crackle and scream your frustration All darkness and fury, blood in the water. Yes, I see you clearly:
“Because I love you,” is so simple, A phrase that can mend or cripple. The sun rises to mark a beginning, But once it sets again, isn’t it chilling?
Sitting can do no justice to your beautiful voice (even though it is not really so) I think people skew things to how they want to hear them so when we talk I love the exchange of words to each other
Juliet 12:34 AM: Romeo? Juliet 12:35 AM: Romeo! Juliet 12:35 AM: Where for art thou?! Juliet 12:37 AM: ROMEO, WHY WONNE'TH THEE ANSWER MY TEXTS?!
I used to talk to trees. Often I sought their branches to hold me when I felt my body to small to contain what I held. They would talk me back into it- taught me how to grow inside a husk
Just give me good conversation, And I will return three-fold. I do not mean nonstop, interesting topics. Simply, back and forth, looking-in-the-eye, Honest, straight-talk, good conversation.
I see the faces of my friends and they see mine. At least, it looks like me, but when they look into my eyes they can't see the tears streaming underneath the mask of my busy chewing,
Isolation is a dear friend of mine, We know each other well Day after day I watch peers go by With stories they’ll never tell
Deeper. Can you go deeper than that, don't just scratch my surface then leave. You can't tell where we'll go from that and I'm too much of a woman to beg for you to come back.
I am lazy Says the critic in me I'm too hard on myself Replies my kinder side Maybe I can work harder? My inner optimist chimes in But what's the point? Asks my depression
I have these feelings trapped inside that cannot be put into words.
I don’t know what to say to you;
Life becomes rather monochromatic when you become very melodramatic, because your friends aren't really estatic to talk to the self fanatic, and social interation becomes problematic,
Love is patient.
Oh, I've got no problem eating alone. Make no mistake-- I can eat what I want when I want it. I can think how I look like I go where I want. I can see whom I please, Say what I mean,
Mom, you do not have OCD because you like clean sideboard.You are neat and I congratulate youbut you do not have OCD until your head is filled with a montage of shattering plates,bursting lightbulbs,smashing vases,
Jazz bar Ten to midnight Love Jones furniture Starlit evening with smooth jazz and a cocktail scented air we can both enjoy with our festive drinks. We'll be sitting at the booths
I’m talking to you, And I see the weight fall off your shoulders and onto your face
"I see the way you look at me." "In what way do I look at you?" "Like you've already fallen in love."
Who am I? Why am I here? What should I strive for? How will I know when I’ve achieved success?
Congressmen lie The people know "The end must be nigh!" "Wait, judges don't, you know?" "Well, why don't they?" "They're only elected once, So it doesn't matter what they say."
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My opinions are right Anyone else's is stupid and aren't worth a second thought You’re stupid, I am smart You're wrong, oh so wrong
Say something. Give me your voice. "Care." Reason? Tell you why? Everyday is a challenge. A growing fight. An enormous struggle. "May I say more?" Hand is raised.