You're always so quiet,
barley speaking out.
Keeping to yourself,
but inside you want to scream out.
I know what its like,
to hide all your feelings,
to be afraid of love,
to be in need of healing,
you're inscure,
just like me.
but my darling,
theres no point for you to be.
to me your perfect.
to me your great.
but you dont feel that way,
only thoughts of self hate.
You and I,
We are the same.
both soilders in the war of life,
playing a cruel game.
but one day, we will meet,
and make each other see
that we are perfect for each other,
we are meant to be.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
"I jump into knee deep water,
but im sinking,
somehow.
trouble on every corner,
but your all i need now.
you give me something,
what,
i dont know.
but i feel like a timebomb ticking,
and with out you,
i might blow.
you give me a feeling,
you give a hiding place,
our love is bitter,
but i love the taste.
who said it was easy,
taking it day by day,
but just always remember,
Ill love you anyway."
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
Once, a wise creature told me,
some are worth melting for,
but his story was long and tired some,
the emotion i gave him,
ment this was a bore.
The old man, who saved his wifes life,
the one that always opens the door,
The one who cares for all no matter who they are,
He is worth melting for.
The young mother, around 17 or 18,
Who picks up trash at the park, cleaning the core,
Ah, yes her?
She is worth melting for.
The young man, 20, who plays with a band,
gave three thousand dollars to the homeless man,
the one that makes me smile, the one that opened the door;
He is worth melting for.
Now not everyone is worth all the melting and sorrow;
Especially people who dont return what they borrow.
Not the man who abused his kids,
Not the woman who sold her daughter for the highest bids.
Not the man, who killed his own wife,
Not the women, who faught with a knife.
All those people,
all those ****** glores,
But never mind those people,
You are worth Melting for.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 10:45 PM UTC
Liam Payne,
or should I say Pain
because thats all you cause me.
You make my heart flutter,
When you sing,
its heart to believe,
your not butter.
I know, your not Daddy Direction anymore,
but sometimes, I still wish,
that while on tour, you would still do more,
of your childish punishments.
I miss the old you,
yes I do.
But i like the new you,
too.
Beanies, that read Hype
that makes this hard to type,
and even that **** Stuble**
I might as well stop now,
you know,
I might get my self in trouble.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 2:25 AM UTC
Zayn Malik,
Zayn Malik,
Is too perfect for this world.
He is kind,
and gentle,
and sweet.
Zayn Malik ,
Zayn Malik,
You dont have to worry.
Because even though you are too perfect,
your perfection makes my life complete.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC
A beautiful voice,
for a beautiful boy,
who plays with a beautiful band.
A beautiful Choice,
caused a beautiful joy
that made a beautiful band.
A beautiful Song,
with beautiful lyrics,
that makes the beautiful boy smile,
so threw the hate on that beautiful boy,
he decided to stay awhile.
Now, four years later,
that beautiful boy still smiles,
Though he has been threw it all,
he still is a beautiful Niall.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 2:16 AM UTC
I am Authentic,
I am Beautiful,
I am Charming,
I am Delicate,
I am Elegant,
I am Faithful,
I am Gifted,
I am Honorable,
I am Idealistic,
I am Jolly,
I am Kindly,
I am Liberal,
I am Moody,
I am Neat,
I am Octavious,
I am Persistant,
I am Quaint,
I am Responsive,
I am Shy,
I am Thrifty,
I am not U,
I am Violent,
I am Wonderful,
I am X- pensive.
I am Youthful
I am Zilliant.
I am Me.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 12:52 AM UTC
Why must the wind,
blow so cold?
Why must the day,
always grow old?
Why must my friends,
ditch dunk and leave me?
Why must my fears,
try and try to consume the?
Why must music,
be my only escape?
why must my looks,
be recorded on tape?
Why can't I leave,
this place you all call "Home"?
Why can't I disapear,
the feelings deep, to the bone.
I want to be gone,
but something always fights.
I want to be there, not here,
but my mind wont take flight.
So i sing,
i draw,
i write these simple poems,
and put up with this foul place,
you all call "Home"
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 12:36 AM UTC
Ashton,
Oh Ashton,
You make even the darkest parts of me smile.
Even though you will never notice me,
you make it worth the while.
Ashton,
Oh Ashton,
Pound those drums Hard,
Sing,
Sing your heart out,
dont worry,
ill keep gaurd.
Ashton,
Oh Ashton,
I wish you good Luck,
I watch you at the bottom,
Now you've made your way to the top.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 12:29 AM UTC
They took away his pen and paper,
took away his speech,
so its really not his fault,
that his skin became his dairy.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 11:37 PM UTC