Why do they call crushes crush?
I walk by you and start to blush
You smile at me and I think I died inside
I realize you smiled at her and I start to cry
Meaning of crush is they crush your heart
They mess with your feelings, tear you apart
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
Every creature is beautiful in its own way.
Like a beautiful rose or a daisy.
Both are beautiful, but in different way.
Therefor its just nonsense if we have one type who is marked as beautiful
You are beautiful in your own way.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
Because the definition of beauty isn't something as simple as your face
It's your very soul and mind
The way you look at things with such childlike curiosity
Your mind an ocean of untapped creativity
Your heart forever expanding, fueled by love and joy
And yet you still look in the mirror every single day, hating the person you've become
So you twist yourself into something ugly and fake
Don't tell me nothing's wrong when I can see you slowly dying inside and letting society chain you up and break you down Until all you can hear is; "Skinny, pretty, skinny, pretty, skinny, pretty,-"
You see the size of those jeans. Doubting, criticizing. Esteem thin as paper.
Posting a million pictures to get likes from complete strangers. Wanting, craving, needing people to tell you that you’re beautiful. Looking for anyone else’s opinion but your own.
Because you refuse to look into that ****** mirror and even associate beauty with that person staring back at you.
You judge your self-worth by weather or not a man finds you attractive.
Because that’s the only thing that matter right?
The definition of beauty that others set fourth for you.
A path that you don’t dare stray from.
It wasn't always like this
Being young, being free, meant being you
Laughing as hard as you wanted to
Smiling with your teeth
And wearing that cute dress you've always loved.
Getting older, getting bullied, getting shamed
Your laugh was obnoxious
Teeth were just a bit crooked
That dress, not as cute anymore
We shouldn't be wasting our lives trying to impress people
Don't look to others to tell you you're beautiful
Look inside of yourself
And if you don't see anything worth wild
You're not looking hard enough
You judge yourself by looks alone. Not factoring in who you are as an individual.
Whether you want to believe it or not you're beautiful, inside and out
I think it's about ****** time you stop listening to someone else's definition of beauty
And start looking for your own
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC
When I first saw you
my eyes widened as they took you in
You tipped your head back and laughed at something your friend said
Your laugh was so intoxicating and made everyone else look up in wonderment
All the pretty girls flocked to your side
Like a moths drawn to light
I wanted to say something cool and funny
So I could make your face light up like a Christmas tree
But every time I even tried to say hi
my stomach would go into knots
my mouth would get dry and
my throat would seizes up
So all that would come out of my mouth
was complete and utter gibberish
And you will never know that whenever you talk
to a girl that my soul dies a little
That my self esteem erodes away, bit by bit
like a wave pulling back the sand into the sea
that's why they call it I crush I suppose
because it crushes me to know that
I will never be good enough for someone
like you
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
Imagination
when your inner soul leaks thoughts and colours
on a wide blank canvas called earth
Imagination
where the very border of nonsense and reality is blurred
until you can't tell what's real or not
Imagination
when you have no limits on what you can do or believe
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC