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3.0k · May 2015
Hopeless Romantic
Ashley G L Dolmo May 2015
Yes,
I said yes.
I'm a hopeless romantic.
And yes,
I am a contradiction to myself. I mean it.
I mean I just want to be great. Fathom why I'm not great.
I want to explore & have an impact on someone's life.
I want someone to tell me that they want to be just like me as much as I would like to be just like you.
I want to touch someone's heart like you have touched mines.
I want you to understand why I'm so emotional at times.
I want you to realize that my love for you is like no other .
I want you to look at me and be amazed .
I want you to look at me & know why you love me.
I'm just a hopeless romantic.
483 · May 2015
Untitled
Ashley G L Dolmo May 2015
Are any of you aware of our estate,
Where we stand as a nation of unreliable faces,
The fabricated ambition ... Erases
We vote for the lies because nothing is promised,
Those dictators said they’ll try but how do we know they’re trying
You with the eyes, whether you have 2020 vision,
Or legally blind .
You shelter your sights
But where is your reality
What about the young bloods who set out to be like
Us.
You shelter your trust, you agree to settle for lies.
You’re always deceiving yourself and mistreating yourself.
Don’t blame him or her, blame yourself
If not blame me
Blame me for not smacking your ***
Blame me for not blasting your ***
Blame me for leaving you ignorant to the fact that you
Are sheltering the wrong things,
Do better for yourself, or else nothing will change.
I was angry in the library when I wrote this.
433 · May 2015
Untitled
Ashley G L Dolmo May 2015
I look in the mirror & first thing I see is insecurities.
Every negative emotion has taken over me.
I don't want to feel anything but happiness.
I want to smile for what anyone would call no reason.
Rather be emotionally emotionless.
I want to be free.
This anxiety can leave .
The pain is trapped inside & it's hurting me.
I can't move or escape this cage.
The metallic bars are becoming more narrow as I stare at them.
However I thought my imagination would remain wide.
Now every bit of creativity has been restricted.

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