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I tried it. I will try anything once. I tried to trust you, believe your promises. I tried to follow you even if you were wrong. I tried to love you, trust me this time.
Am I your friend or am I your Man Somedays I just don't know I cry every day Your the one I truly want Why do I care so much about you It's been seven years that we've been in this fight
A mouse can be a horse, a pumpkin can be a carriage, to embrace true love, discover marriage
I know I haven't written In a while, but I'm getting in that mood again And can't stop thinking about what happened So I'll do this to get it out my mind. And I hope I just stop crying.
Once upon a time, a Princess was forced to stay high in a tower—nope, not original. Once upon a time, a Princess was cursed to an eternal slumber—already been done!
Since when did Princess mean damsel in distress? Since when did beauty become our strict standard? Since when did worth correlate to marriage? I am intelligent
Once upon a time there was a beautiful girl named Sheila. Her thick black hair sat evenly in two ponytails on the side of her head.
Here without him, I have nothing I am nothing I have constant doubt Flaring up inside I have constant worry And there are always tears to cry With him, I had everything
As long as I can remember, I have tried to compose love like a chemical formula with me as the main component: mixing different elements of a relationship, always using the wrong variables, never reaching that perfection I was searching for.
Who is she? Captured in that rectangular moment, Smiling, Young, And absolutely free. They say I look a lot like her, That I was once her, And that I was still her,
I was one in the dark, you know? Following a pace Destruction was its face Tall and Slim Dark and Grim Too much to care. The light Was too fair My itchy ears
Our eyes met over and over and over again. Ocassionally our glances interrupted by a body or two blocking our sight. We were exchanging shy smiles out of politeness.
I once had a dream about the perfect life; Where people don't sin and always forgive; Sharing was tolerant and kindness was shown; That place is paradise somewhere unknown;
Danbury is my home, my house, and my hearth. It is the bustling Main Street and the quiet back roads. It is the big lake full of waterweeds and the seagulls that fight with the geese on the shore.
Soft dreams ignited these ashes settling down Once doused in a fading hope for their lives away Beyond from where limbs and lives were bound. They were lost to the world on knees of final pray
Decoration across my body. Just one at a time,
The same thoughts are on repeat every single day. Should I end it now? Should I wait for nature to take its course? It'll be easier? I'll be committing a sin. Life isn't supposed to easy.
The sun shines brighter on the other side Where children can run and play At the park and by the slide
I spend my life wishing
Unfit I was, high school started. Scared of words, I suffered Months of hunger, I chose Not small enough, I continued. At a time where anorexia played a factor, Words from others became a fear.
~love a little.
Once upon a time there was boy and a girl Both who came from opposite sides of the world The girl had her eye on someone who looked right through her
We met in the forestDrawn by the song of theMocking birdAnd light of the moonYou called me lion girlYour fingers running through my hairI called you star boyMy lips on your freckles