summer-rain13
I don't consider myself an amazing writer. I don't usually go over something I write for days or hours either. I just get a feeling and I type it out. / I'm 16 years old, and I love anything artistic. I'm a singer/songwriter, and an actress. I also like to write sometimes(:
Lets step back
from the track
that says opposites attract
because the opposite of she is he
and he is not who I want inside of me.
I want her and she is the light of my world
My girl, and I am a girl and our vaginas together make the light in my world... a little dizzying.
Her kisses are soft like butterflies
But she says that mine are too
Katy Perry said it best when she said we were soft and kissable
And honey I could kiss your red lips all night long
even to a stupid song like " I just had *** "
And we can laugh because its awesome.
We can compare our bodies similarities and differences
and I'll give all of your insecurities kisses.
What's so wrong with me loving a women who looks like a women and feels like a women and is strong like a women?
and what is so wrong with me being happy while doing it?
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC
I wish I could tell you that I am happy.
I wish I could tell you that I am not a broken mess.
I wish I could look at myself and see what you thought you saw in me.
I wish that I wasn't a broken mess of ****** happiness.
But I am happy
Just not the happy that you would like.
I am happy feeling buzzed, and being high like I'm in a cloud.
When I am not sober I can find a reason to smile again because it feels so ******* good that everything in the world could come crashing down and I wouldn't even notice anything, but you.
You, leaving me for what I am.
Telling me that you wish you were enough.
The tears in your eyes screaming my name at the top of their lungs
But I'm not listening anymore.
I wanted you.
But I needed to be free
I see you look at me, so disappointed in what I need.
I see the hurt vividly in your eyes
as I pull the pipe to my mouth
and fly away to a
happier place
Once again,
with you.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
I sit and I listen to the sound of the rain on the window's glass.
I stare, in wonder, because it looks the same as me.
Rain falling from my eyes like the water from a tempest with a stretch of a thousand miles.
I sit and I listen to the sound of the rain and think of the grass.
We once sat in a field, as soft as a child's melody.
Our hearts beating as one, together.
The sound of your voice was poison in my veins.
Our heart was a ticking time bomb of ecstasy, jealousy.
When you loved me, it was like no other.
Our bodies moving like a dance we knew all to well.
Discovering new ways to make the dance our own.
I wish I'd known you were loving another.
I sit and I listen to the sound of the rain.
Its pounding becomes overwhelming in my mind.
My breath slows, my heart stops.
How many medicine drops was I supposed to take, to heal this heart break?
One too many, my vision blurs. I smile I slip away to where there is no pain.
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC