I hope you meet a person,
any person,
who makes your heart beat
in tune with your favourite song.
I hope their laugh becomes
your favourite melody,
and that their breathing
turns into your new lullaby.
I wish for you the amazing miracle
of meeting someone that makes you
feel like you have orchestras
in your chest.
I hope you have the privilege of
finding a person,
any person,
that gives you a reason to sing.
Because right now there is someone
who's looking at you
and they're busy having an affair
with the music that you are.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 9:34 AM UTC
I am beautiful.
I know this because I can look myself in the mirror and say it.
You are beautiful too.
I know this because everyone is gorgeous in unique ways.
Beauty is in your bright eyes.
Beauty is in your gorgeous smile.
Beauty is in your hair as it blows in the wind.
Beauty is in your attitude and your actions, in the way you treat yourself and others.
Beauty is NOT in the extra pounds decorating your hips.
Beauty is NOT in the color of your skin.
Everyone is beautiful in both invisible and tangible way.
It’s just a matter of seeing those ways in yourself and others
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 3:15 PM UTC
The love poems make sense.
The songs make sense.
They always made sense.
But they never made sense.
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 10:24 AM UTC
Some people
Go through their entire lives
Not living
Breathing, yes
Surviving, yes
But not living
Not ever knowing the joys and sorrows
Of first loves
Not ever understanding the tragedy that comes
From a broken heart
Or the inexplicable amount of euphoria
That comes from listening to music
But not just listening to it
Feeling it course through their body
Like the blood in their veins
Some people
Go through their entire lives
Without feeling
And that
Is the tragedy of surviving
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC
Stop refreshing your messages. He has not replied. He will not reply. Delete all his words. Just because he said he cared for you when he was drunk, doesn't mean he will remember when he is sober.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 8:41 PM UTC
you used to love the taste of my name on your tongue,
until summer rolled around and your taste buds changed.
however,
my mouth still waters.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 8:41 PM UTC
You remind me
of months of loneliness;
an ache I held dearly
between the crooked ribs of my memory.
Cracked open, I could find you nestled,
shrouded in hazel locks.
Your lungs breathless in awe,
bones and dead tissue.
I watch the freckles on your skin evaporate,
dissipate, evade my glance.
You remind me of loss, love and heartbreak;
hopelessness.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 7:59 PM UTC
someone once told me that the
people who we want the most are
the monsters under our beds and
the core reason of why we find fault
in everything we do and are because
we are only trying to please them,
and now I understand why I started
to doubt my love for you.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC
Love,
What a terrible thing,
It eats you alive,
It haunts your dreams.
I,
I'm so lost in this sea,
This sea of tears,
That's led me too deep.
Who,
Who gives a ****
About a young girl,
Who lost all trust.
He does,
He cares,
He loves,
A girl who blows away with the dust.
Don't,
My dear don't give up,
Don't leave me here,
To blow away with the dust.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC