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Snowflakes can be Heavy
Yes, in fact I do know that I’m fat No, I don’t plan to change for you Yes, I plan to lose the weight someday, but if you think I owe it to you to do so, then you will never get the satisfaction of holding my hand.
my thousand pound heart lie dormant in my chest feeble now from the effort bumbling softly through my sweater I don’t notice the warmth anymore cold wind stings my cheeks red
I'll throw away why's for now, there are to many. I am here and speak still, against all will I have. My head scarred I don't know how. A lone life is what I face, you see because the stars I gazed upon glare down upon me.
Im finding whats best in me Is; written, spoken, felt through you. Ideas not spoke yet rough and true. The light eye'd. Or life i'd. What few words I have left will be made up for i'm sure. Mr.
dear me... how did you manage to open your eyes this morning? only hours ago your heart felt heavy beating slowly in your chest with your head against the pillow wondering how you could ever
She's drowning It's heavy Weighing her down Realizing Long ago That she can't Swim Feeling weightless But the bad kind That makes you Feel like a shadow Like air
i guess this is what happens when people get too close they see i am too much i am nothing but suffering i consume the love i try to give gets engulfed back into me with the brutal force of rejection
Hard as steel, A vicious love caress my ears, A sound like a roaring dragon on mountain high, Split the sky, And if it were to be taken away, With sword and spear I would ride,
I see a lot of women do this: They make their way down A flight of stairs,
I've heard it all too many times before how all the world is too dazzling to see - but if this sparkling wonderland is real where is it coming from - this dis-ease cause
I am not three letters my whole existance is not bound by the skin that is covering my soul by the body that is less than simply because I am larger than you they try to place scars
My fingers move like rusty chains I hear the creaking of my bones as I try to move them My fingers are numb My toes and knees are as heavy as rocks They shake as much as the trees I can no longer feel my knees