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TD 4d
roses r red
pinky promises r us
ur such a great friend
do it again Russ❤︎
-love lily
TD Jan 20
Icy blue eyes,
Freeze my heart in the moment,
I freeze in a cool bliss,
I could stay there forever.

Warm joyous smiles,
So warm they make my face heat up too,
They melt my heart,
Revive me.

Crazy bed hair,
Distraught in directions,
Blown by the wind,
Making me emerge into emotion,
Bringing me to you.

Freckles,
Everywhere,
Like the night sky.

An excuse,
Hours of ‘counting’,
Really just admiring your beauty.

When you’re away,
I sit and ponder under the stars,
Feeling inches away from you,
Reminded of your freckles,
Your hair,
Your smile,
And God,
I’m reminded of your eyes.
TD Jan 20
Grief.
A five letter word right?
No biggie?
Biggie.
Grief is why her mom is always mad.
Grief is why her sister became so distant.
Grief is why he looks down and hopes that they will do better.
Grief is why she’s lost.

She doesn’t know who to call Mom anymore,
That’s not the parent she knew.
Or maybe it is.
Has mom always been this way?
She doesn’t know anymore.

Why’s her sister so mean?
Why is her sister so quiet.
She used to be bright and friendly.
Now she hides behind anger.

She used to have such bright eyes.
A drive behind her proud stride.
A flawed yet supported system.
Now it is broken.

Her family was never perfect,
It was always almost enough
It was messy in a good way
It was whole

Now it is empty.

The king is gone,
The princesses without their crown.
The queen sleeps with the dragon,
And everyone around.
This isn't my best work, I kinda just wrote it down without any editing.
TD Jan 20
You’re were,
A father?
No,
You were a runner.

Were.
You can’t run anymore.
You hid your heart while you ran,
So it never got stronger,
When you finally did use your heart,
Your heart was weak,
So weak that it killed you.

Now I’ll wear it,
Your ashes,
In a heart.

A badge dangling from my neck,
A sign,
A remembrance that shows how to use a heart.

-For, if you use it incorrectly it’ll **** you, I’ve learned.
TD Jan 20
If I was a little skinnier,
If I was a little shorter,
If I was taller,
If I was stronger,
If I was curvier,
But what if I was less doubtful?

What if I was less criticizing,
Less negative,
What if I was more positive,
If I was happy with myself?

Would I rise above,
Would I learn to love myself and others,
Could I spread more positivity?

How hard could it be?

What if we were was less doubtful within ourselves?
TD Jan 20
It feels new,
Like a new glove,
Something you have to get used to over time.

A new feeling,
A new thought,
Something positive,
Something good,
And it feels great.

It feels like warm sunlight on your skin after winter,
Like getting ahold of an old friend,
It feels like driving by a field of flowers,
Like making a home run,
It feels like a warm drink after a cold day,
Like a good rest after a hard day,
It feels amazing.

It’s not a temporary happy,
Not a forced smile,
It’s genuine,
It’s lasting,
It’s happy.
TD Jan 20
What is this feeling,
This emptiness I feel,
This loss of hope,
The worry to be alone.

The nightmares that come with this package, This deal in a nice, neat bow,
The nightmares that tell me things,
Things like everyone will leave me,
The ones that say I disappoint my father,
Even from his grave,
The ones that say I should just jump,
Jump off the nearest bridge, that is,
That it’ll just make their lives easier.

I know they’re wrong,
I know my friends are stable as a rock,
That I couldn’t disappoint my father,
That lots people love me for,
Love me too much for me to end it all,
That I’m worth it,
That I’m strong.

I know all of this,
Yet I still question it,
My thoughts,
My worth.

I’m told to get meds to make me okay,
I’m also told I shouldn’t have help until I can do it on my own.

Instead I hide,
I hide the nightmares,
The doubts,
The pleas for help.

I try to be positive,
I tell myself I’m okay,
I force a smile ‘till it sticks,
And I carry on.

Is that why people tell me I’m okay when I open up,
Do I really need medicine to be okay,
Is this all really just a disease,
Something to be cured?
Am I just a mind diseased?
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