Pen in hand, heart on the page
Releasing my thoughts, freeing birds in a cage. Nothing more than a metaphoric phrase. Nothing less than an emotional phase. My thoughts are deeper now that we're apart, but I'll never forget the day your footsteps drifted away, in sync with my beating heart.
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 12:50 PM UTC
Loving you is like trying to put together a puzzle
And I hate it because the picture will look like it's coming together
But I can never find the right pieces that fit.
So it's left there unfinished
and I'm frantically looking for the lost pieces
but you don't seem to care that it's incomplete
And you probably think I'm crazy because I can't walk away until we finish the picture, Find the missing pieces, solve the puzzle... I can't walk away until I know I'm walking away with you.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 10:50 PM UTC
How foolish it is
to think about someone all day
and you never
crossed their mind.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 12:52 AM UTC
You love to tell me the simplest of lies,
Like how you'll love me forever and I'm beautiful in your eyes,
You'll tell me I'm perfect and that you'll never leave,
But suddenly you're gone and I'm left to grieve.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
I guess I was just crazy because I didn't have a problem with my wild brown hair, brown eyes, and brown skin. I didn't have a problem with who I was at all. I think what's worse than hating yourself is liking what you see in the mirror and wondering why no one else does.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC