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(n). an excessive and abnormal love
and deep attraction to music and melody.
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
*It feels much like suffocation
In a room with ventilation.*
- (A.F)
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 3:35 AM UTC
*The worst thing
Someone could do
Is underestimate
Someone's intelligence.*
- (A.F)
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 12:20 AM UTC
*Her body is
Calligraphy.
Her attitude is
Old English.
Her eyes are
Morse Code.
Her smile is
Hieroglyphics;
Her soul is
Cuneiform.
Her words
are Meroitic.
But her mind is
Masonic Writing
Where as she keeps
So many secrets.*
- (A.F)
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 10:22 PM UTC
*Success is a cat
And there is more than
One way to skin it.
Just think outside
Of the box while
The rest are in it.
Go and live your life
Without a limit,
Because we could die
At any minute.
Be yourself
And watch
The rest mimic.
Have patience,
Health clinic.
Accept your flaws,
Mistakes,
And everything within it,
Because
True perfection
Is a ******* gimmick.*
- (A.F)
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 2:47 AM UTC
*When it comes to communication,
We're slowly losing touch.
There is still a lot of ignorance,
Violence, hate, greed, and such.
Well, have we forgotten about those
Who're always on the dutch?
Maybe one day we will need help
For when we are in the clutch.
But to make a difference,
one could only handle so much.*
- (A.F)
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 2:51 AM UTC
*She seemed innocent at first,
Now she's stealing men's hearts.*
- (A.F)
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
*You told me you loved me,
What changed your mind?*
- (A.F)
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 8:17 PM UTC
*Those three words
Are still stuck
On my throat,
Trying to crawl
Its way out.
Those three words
Makes it harder
For me to breathe;
Choking on my
Every word that
I wish to say to you.
Those three words
Began in my heart,
Then made its way up,
Coughing out my love.
Now those three words
Are eating me up inside;
Feeding off the battered up
Remains like a stray dog
Searching for leftovers.
I should have known better
That those three words
Would swallow me up
And slowly **** me inside
All because I chose
To keep them safe;
Far away from lies.*
- (A.F)
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 3:06 AM UTC
*California
West Coast
Born and raised
Where sunshine never dies
Happiness*
- (A.F)
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 12:27 AM UTC