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ApolloTheGod
19/Gender Fluid/the Deep Blue Sea any/all 19 year old on a life journey through the cosmos, healing from pain no one can see
My Boy That's what I call him The one who can make me smile just by sending a single message My boy, just those two simple words But they mean the world Knowing I get to call him those Knowing that he is my boy He makes me happy even when the world seems dark Makes me feel alive He gives me a spark I'm forever grateful to my boy And I hope he knows that too
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Sep 1, 2022
Sep 1, 2022 at 9:49 PM UTC
My Boy
Sometimes I sit Staring at the ceiling Wondering how you would react if I told you Just exactly how I feel Back then you'd probably have said you felt the same Maybe you did, that was a lifetime ago and I can't remember But would the response be the same now? If I told you that you're on my mind so often When I listen to love songs they're on my mind But so are you I don't think you'd feel the same But that doesn't mean that I still sit and hope
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Jul 31, 2022
Jul 31, 2022 at 11:27 PM UTC
How I Feel
Every day of my life is spent Waiting Waiting for them to realize Waiting for her to turn around Waiting for him to come back And it's not as if I'm not used to it by this point I can put up with the waiting I've done it my whole life All six thousand, eight hundred, and thirty three days I just don't know how many more will be spent waiting for the day The day that my mother gets sober Waiting for the day that I feel safe Waiting for the day when i don't have to wait anymore When I can just be me Truly and freely Without fear, without remorse, without regret Spending time with those I don't have to wait around for Putting the past behind me, where it belongs And looking to the future, not waiting for anything Just content Holding out for something better than this And so I wait And wait Gods know how much longer but I can do it After all, it's all I've ever known And for all I know, it's all I ever will
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Jul 9, 2022
Jul 9, 2022 at 1:16 AM UTC
Waiting
I lay in my room It's 11, the time when I normally go to bed Staring at the ceiling and thinking of them of our late night conversations bonding through those deep things that we somehow share trusting each other more than almost anyone else I think of them with fondness and compassion With love and adoration I wish that I could tell them just exactly how I feel how much they mean but I feel as if I did they would leave or be uncomfortable and I look at them and think that no they'd never leave never But I still don't want to take that chance So I smile on as they tell me about him About how they feel and I am happy they've found someone who they feel about Someone who gives them the same feelings that they give me Someone who maybe, just maybe, cares and feels the same way about them and I smile and feel so happy that they can have that feeling Even if it means I must sit in silence
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May 14, 2022
May 14, 2022 at 8:43 PM UTC
Unrequited Love
To the little girl alone crying sitting on your bed wondering if you will ever be enough I'm sorry for dashing your dreams Were they ever truly yours? To the person just starting to grow learning what the world was I'm sorry we let him into ours Was he ever truly safe? To the man that I used to be Wrapped up scared Afraid of what we were becoming Afraid of what they were turning us into Afraid of our thoughts Could it ever truly have been love? And I'm sorry to the person I am now For never knowing what to do For putting all the blame on you And for still not believing you're enough Will you ever?
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Apr 22, 2022
Apr 22, 2022 at 8:52 PM UTC
I'm sorry to the person I was before
Growing up in this home isn't all it seems to be Seeing others praise my mom even when she's mean to me Finding joy in simple things like socks or earrings Before finding joy in a group of queens and kings I may not be the perfect daughter or average kid But I am being who I want to just like my cousins did I am a strong man, an amazing boyfriend, a lovely son And if you don't agree with that then you and I are done I'm not a daughter not a girl not a sister not a pearl I'm a boy good and true And if you don't believe that I don't believe you
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Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 7:58 PM UTC
Transgender
fly away fly away and hope for brighter days fly away and hope that those who scorn you will listen to what you have to say because you're words have power and you deserve better than what they've given you maybe if you fly away they'll give you a second chance and maybe you'd have found romance if they hadn't made you fly away fly away fly away
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May 5, 2021
May 5, 2021 at 10:31 AM UTC
Fly Away
I don't know how to say just how I feel She does that to me Takes the words out of my mouth Makes me feel complete again They dashed me against the rocks She saw the good and picked up the pieces Put them back together The pieces that were lost she replaced She tells me she loves me She'll wait for me And this time I believe those words I know she means it when she says that I am perfect It's not always easy to believe But deep down I know It's the truth and that one day she will hold me in her arms Tell me how much she loves me And I will feel safe
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Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 8:53 AM UTC
Completed II
She's the kind of girl I want to write a song about The one who drifts through my every thought The one I can't sleep without She's the kind of girl I always sought In every dream and every place I looked for one like her I searched in the stars, in outer space She lifted me up through it to see and I could sing a hymn I love this girl unlike any other Unlike my father. mother, or my brother One day I'll marry this girl Put a ring on her hand Make it a life we'll both enjoy And it will be so grand With this girl I want to write a song about We won't be sad, no we won't pout I promise that to the girl I love I promise this and all of the above To that girl so lives so far away But one day won't and then we will play A song that is so loud and sappy About this girl who makes me happy
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Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 1:05 PM UTC
The Girl I Want to Write Songs About
February gone March comes Stay inside Masks washing clean away The months quickly flash April May June July August September A job School All still inside Masks masks masks Clean, away Death so much death not just from this pestilence From other things War Suicide October Older November Still waiting Waiting Waiting Waiting Will the waiting Ever end?
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Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 8:05 AM UTC
2020