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Florence Maude Apr 2015
Some people are like stars,
so close yet so far away.

Some people are like the moon,
Shining so bright, but rarely noticed.

Some people are like comets,
They burn so bright and so fast that they don't last.

Some people are like constellations,
They look so put together when really everything is far from it.

Some people are like the night sky,
They look so dark far away, but really are filled with light.
Florence Maude Apr 2015
Thoughts spinning round my head,
Making me wish I was dead.
But I cannot die,
I can only cry,
Wishing that my wings could fly.

Ideas March around inside me,
Like a humming of bees.
Twisting me down dark roads
To the croaks of lemon toads.

Spiral pathes,
Brick bathes,
This is insane!
Vibrant colors,
Flowers like 'find anothers',
Are all over.

Here in a world of my own,
The madness here has grown.
So please save me,
By lending us a bit of sanity?
Sorry if it's a bit random, but that's what madness is.
Florence Maude Apr 2015
They can't tell how the other feels,
They can't see that there's something real.

What bitter sweet tragedy,
That they can't see.

She secretly loves him and he secretly loves her,
A mystery how such thing can occur.

They don't tell one another,
How much they love eachother.

Such a shame,
That life had to put them in this game.

Keeping the truest of love apart,
Never giving it the chance to start
Florence Maude Apr 2015
Shallow tears,
Plastic fears,
Show me who you are.

Open up,
Don't cover up,
I won't leave a scar.

Let me in I want to see who is behind the mask,
So far it hasn't been an easy task.
Florence Maude Apr 2015
If you see with your heart and not with your eyes,
I will let you see past my disguise.

If you seek with your words and not with your hands,
I will share with you my mind's wonderful lands.

If you love me with all you are,
I will never leave a scar.

If you work to break down my walls,
I will never let you fall.
Florence Maude Apr 2015
Perfect clothes;
Perfect hair;
Perfect make up;
Perfect perfume in the air.

Perfect grades;
Perfect outlook;
Perfect act;
Perfect,not even a little crook*.

I wonder how perfect people think;
Do they see their own perfection?
Do they strive for it?
Do they know their direction?

I will never know;
For I'm far from perfect;
I'm far from normal;
But I'm worth it.
*crook as in a bend of sorts.
Florence Maude Mar 2015
Accusing of wrong,
Hurdling insults,
Calling names,
Really they're all the same.

Poking,
Prodding,
Making fun,
When will this be done?

The only cure for this,
Is not to ball your fists,
Or to start a fight,
But to defend peacefully, before taking flight.

Make sure you keep your head high,
Keep your eyes bright,
Stand tall,
And don't let them see you fall.
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