Bailey

Mar 2016

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maybe it was too much for us to handle,
maybe that's why our fiery passion blew out like a candle,
maybe we were just too focused on the stars in each other's eyes,
that we could barely see the lies held inside,
besides we were too young to realize what love was,
i'm not saying it was bad because,
i enjoyed flying through the skies above with you,
it's kind of sad to know that we are through.

but hey, thank you so much.
for letting me expierience this lovely andventure with you and such.

i hope you find the stars in someone's eyes, and enjoy flying through the skies with someone, and having loads of fun.

but our adventure is over, and it's time for the both of us to start a new one.

if i were to breakup with anyone, i want to do it exactly like this.

#love #teen #young #breakups

Bailey Mar 2016

Didn’t I Tell You?

Didn't I tell you I was going to break free from this system of society? Didn't I tell you I would let the syllables escape from my lips that you just can’t bear? Didn't I tell you that you would struggle beneath the truth that I can’t cover? Didn't I tell you we were all doomed because we simply aren't a part of reality anymore? The world is swirling around us in brilliant colors of life and love and acceptance yet we CHOOSE to sit in our places we claim ours and we CHOOSE to try and escape from the gift of life by replacing it with artificial beauty and intelligence. It is not the world crashing around us that is the problem, it is us, stuck inside our own worlds. We somehow can’t escape ourselves yet we still destroy everything around us. Natural? No. This is humanity's CHOICE. Didn't I tell you? We're all wasting away in the garbage we've created.

When I remember that i wrote this in fifth grade I wonder about my head.

#deep #random #crap #adolescent

Bailey Mar 2016

Human

Give an inch, we'll take a mile, steal a glimpse of a faded smile. Set a path, we'll make another, find where lies have taken cover. Minds never set in stone, we've created thoughts our own. Words lost, as time goes by, in the end they'll wonder why. Now that love's become outdated, you'll find the world that hate's created.

Bailey Mar 2016

Out

I am the chipping paint on the walls, I am the scenery. I am the abstract painting that others try to read, but need not a reason to me. I am the decoration to the soiree, admired but not touched. I am the controversial conversation, hated and loved. I am the quiet, the loud, the humble, the proud. I am me, slowly slinking out. I am the loner, the watcher in the crowd. I scream, without a sound. Snapping you into focus, yes, I'm slowly slipping out.

Bailey Mar 2016

Our Bodies Are Poetry

Our bodies are poetry
from soft to smooth to hard
our bodies are poetry
freckled, shaped and scarred

Our mouths are dancers
unchoreographed, with memory
our fingers are virgins
gentle and trembling

Our eyes, are passerbys
our noses, cuddling cubs
our arms, reconnecting friends
our knees buckle with every touch

Our bodies are poetry
fitting into every groove
our bodies are poetry
from hard to soft to smooth

Bailey Mar 2016

Signature

All Were Bore On Different Days
All In Many Different Ways
One's Wit Is Like No Other
So Steal Away From Covet's Cover