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Cynthia 3d
Simple words off a lonely page,
Could never describe how special you are,
Before you ignore, before you leave,
Understand that you are loved,

You are cared for,

If not now,
In the future,
It's never too late to try,
Out of every darkness,
Comes a light,

And even if you feel worthless,
If you feel all those **** words twisting inside,

Stop for a moment to see,
See who you are as a whole,

You aren't worthless,
You aren't alone,
You deserve the very best,
If not more,

Every smile counts,
Are you blind to the smiled you've caused,
You may not see it but people know your cost,
You may not believe it but people will miss you if you're gone,

Believe the words I say,
When I say, it will get better,
You will grow,
It doesnt matter how old you are!
So don't end it now,
Don't end it when you have so much to live for,
And see where the wind carries you tomorrow.
I don't know if the people reading this will take it seriously but please, please talk to someone if you feel like you want to hurt yourself, if you feel like you deserve it. Cause no matter what you have done, what you look like, who you are, it may not matter to someone else. And if it does, surround yourself with better people who know who you are and accept you. Even if it may seem unlikely, the world has seven billion people and there are so so many people out there who could love you. So don't stop trying to find those people.
Cynthia 3d
Our love goes on forever,
Never seen,
Yet, always shared,

Bloomed night skies,
Filled with brightness,
The lights can never match my smile,
As I feel you holding me tight,

I don't even know what I write!
My words fly off the page,
As my stomach fills with butterflies,
My oh my,
I'm never the one to resort to common sayings,
For what I feel,
I think it's too unique,
So different,
So calm,
No fireworks, no sparks,
Yet, so so much,

Oh I just can't explain love,
I feel as if I'm saying too much,
And saying nothing at all,

Maybe that's what love is?

Full yet empty,
Delicate yet powerful,
Simple yet complex,
Small yet whole,

Random, unknown,
Yet it makes sense when you know.

Oh what a beautiful thing love is,
Intricately woven with invisible thread,
Visible to the eyes that weaved it.
Cynthia Feb 16
I saw two little flowers,
Growing side by side,
As I remembered,
Once upon a time,

You took me by the hand,
And showed me the ends of the Earth,
Our road led us here,
To these flowers,
As you whispered,
In my ear,

Let these flowers show our love,
Entwined, as they grow,
As an endless river,
As an endless night.

But the stars always dissapear,
As the rivers do flow into the sea.

And I reached out,
And plucked a flower,
And I took it home with me.
Cynthia Feb 15
Count the stars,
As they cascade down the sky,
A river of milk- so bright,
Yet so dark.

At a time past the sun,
Evil's raid begins,
Under the veil of the night sky,
The faults lay unseen.
Cynthia Jan 30
In the eyes of the Sun,
Amidst the grey clouds,
May he see the Moon that shines,
Heaven, oh divine,
Under the cascade of stars,
Night of our past,
Great beauty of the sky,
Right, as we may deny,
Youth is never a smile.
Okay, I wrote this to tell my mom that I was hungry. (Read the first letter of each line) but then I realized that I actually kinda like it? Idk, my mind is weird, sorry.
Cynthia Jan 29
I remember.

That deserted park,
I do, I do remember!
We used to run around,
Playing hide and seek,
The seven of us.

The hidden pond,
In that old forest,
Don't you remember?
We pushed each other into the water,
The six of us.

That little wooden house,
At the end of our road,
Ah, I would always remember,
We sneaked in,
And deemed it our hide out,
The five of us.

Oh, and our cramped up apartment,
How could I forget?
Watching late night movies,
Waking up tired as ever,
But never with a trace of regret,
The four of us.

And that abandoned theme park,
We always went on the Ferris Wheel,
When it reached the top,
We could see the whole land,
We swore we would travel it all one day,
The three of us.

That dusty old caravan,
Oh my,
Don't you remember?
We used to drive it to the end of the world,
Parked it in a field,
And talked about our future,
Gazing up at the stars,
The two of us.

And how I remember,
Laying down next to you guys,
In a pretty grass field,
Six stones surrounding me,
As I dozed off.

I remember...
Cynthia Jan 29
The warmest colour I know.
When you embrace me in your arms,
I'm no longer cold.

Hearth of the Sea,
The fire it brings,
The fire I need.

Oh please stay for the night,
I don't want to say goodbye,
Let me look longer,
I'm finally home,
In your eyes.
This just came outta nowhere??? From where I live, there aren't any blue eyed people. I thought the idea was sweet though, so I wrote it.
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