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If you can write about it
its probably doomed
Once the nerd,
who sits in a corner
and reads her troubles
away.

Was the popular girl,
talked to, played with,
flirted with.

Past being the *****.
Teased at,
flirted with sexually,
hurt looks.

Now reverting,
turning myself inside out
and letting myself be true.

Searching for answers
and myself,
comforting tired tears,
contemplating what to do with excessive unsolved problems.
Quiet. Observant.
Notices everything, good and bad,
but does nothing.
basically
I'm secretly afraid of being alone.
Besides other fears.
:3
Paint me a painting
to vex Van Gogh,
My fondness then shall grow.


Sing me a song
to smite Streisand,
My love for you will be so grand.


Compose me a masterpiece
to blow away Bach,
Then my heart you will unlock.


Write me a sonnet
to shame Shakespeare,
Tell me now, am I asking too much dear?
just a single rose would capture my heart
:D
HAPPY NATIONAL CAPS LOCK DAY!
JUST CAUSE.
Daddy, tell me what your love language is,
So that I can say, “I love you,” just right.
I’ll hug you before you leave for work each day,
Quality time? I won’t let you out of my sight.
Or do I just have to tell you the words?
If so, I’ll tell you every morning when we eat.
Do you like gifts? I’ll make you something.
Is it acts of service? Like making the house neat?
If so, let me find a brush and I’ll clean that tub.
Just know that I love you, Daddy. I love you.
Ashley, I love you.
I wish I could give you hugs…
And popcorn… and tea.
We should talk sometime. FB me. I miss you. How are you?
Are the people you want to die
More than those you need to revive?
Ask yourself..
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