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I am a flawed woman
Head to toe
Inside and out
I am imperfect
So I do not believe
I get the perfect guy
I do not get my happy ending
Because I am flawed
Because a man has yet
To grab me by the wrists
Shaking them as he stares me in the eyes
And tell me all the reasons I am perfect
I have yet to be told
I love you with an open heart
With full commitment
I am imperfect
And I am a woman
I am a hopeless romantic
And I still dream of this man
I still wonder
Are you ever going to be him?
You fake a smile
Just so they won't see
You forge a laugh
So they don't hear the cries
In the dark
All those sleepless nights
Or the scars
Much more than just lines

Dead
We're all dead here
You forge a laugh
Just so they don't see
Dead
Dead am I
Oh the scars
Much more than just
Life
Comes and goes
Much more than just lines
She is the girl
Sitting in the corner
Alone, afraid
Observing the happy people.
She is the girl
Buried nose deep in the book
With a ****** name
And a tragic backstory.
She is the girl
That goes home every day
And cries in her bedroom
And cries in the shower
And cries at supper
And smiles to her mother
And smiles to her father
And smiles to her friends
And wears mismatched clothes
Because she likes to express her emotions
Without pulling up her long sleeves.
She is the girl
That nobody noticed.
She is the girl
That noticed everybody.
Where were they
When you were crying yourself to sleep at night?
Where were they
When you were battling the demon's fight?
Now darling,
Where were they
When all was falling apart?
They all came too late
For only now
Are you in their hearts
For Lea Robertson, the girl I only had the pleasure of passing in the halls a few years ago. The girl that last posted "nobody notices until its too late" and proved exactly that. This is for Lea, the girl who ran away. This is for you, whether you're out there alone and afraid, or no longer breathing at all. Because what you said was true. They never did notice, until it was too late. #comebacklea
I could never know just how dangerous being a lamb is until I fell for the lion.
He could easily snap me in half, mentally, emotionally.
He is all predator, cool calm and collected.
All harsh lines and sharp tongue
All confidence and cockiness
But the way he moves, so beautifully
It breaks my heart.
And I am the sick ******* that can't bear to let go,
I would run if I wasn't so busy being caught up in him
So busy wanting to put him back together
Because he wasn't always a lion, wasn't always this.
He was a cub once, a smaller version of himself now
Lesser and more
But I will fall asleep tonight thinking of his roar
And what it does to my heart
Not afraid, but utterly transfixed
Stupid, stupid lamb
For falling in love with the lion.
The quote that is the title was written by Stephenie Meyer ten years ago. The poem however, is mine
 Oct 2015 Frosted Flowers
L
Music
 Oct 2015 Frosted Flowers
L
I felt a rush of tears
flooding my eyes  
and an unseen force
pushing gold through my veins.
It was then that I realized --
I will be in love with music
for the rest of my life.
**
Leigh
"the pen is mightier than the sword"
but "actions speak louder than words
I tried "beating around the bush"
even though my hands held two birds

i've played "the devil's advocate"
and i tried "sitting on the fence"
heard it "straight from the horse's mouth"
the horse made "horse sense"

i'm "letting the cat out of the bag"
i can't "let sleeping dogs lie"
you "barked up the wrong tree"
we will never see "eye to eye"

is there "a method to my madness"?
"your guess is as good as mine"
i'm listening to "the voice of reason"
the one "i heard through the grape vine"
every day, speak a little less
reduce the number of words you say from half to
ten less, and then none at all.

Don't forget to be soft.
Kiss your mountaintop goodbye for
one last sunrise and descend
into the night
where it's quiet
like you should be.

one by one, pull back towards yourself
the orbs of energy you've left
bouncing around you in the
atmosphere.
be their chalice
one last time
and watch them burn out.

and when you're reduced to
dying ashes and deathly whispers
a strong voice will suddenly falter
and they wonder -
*didn't we once know a ... ?
loud no more. i apologise for all the trouble caused.
You interlocked your fingers with mine
And you said it was love.
You pressed your lips to my forehead
And you said it was love.
You gave me wilted flowers
And you said it was love.
Your words clutched at my throat
And you said it was love.
Your hand slipped and left a red mark
And you said it was love.
You left a bruise this time
And you said it was love.
You broke my wrist now
And you said it was love.
You shoved me into a mirror
And you said it was love.

I'm lying cold in the ground now
And you still said it was love.

                      t.s.
 Oct 2015 Frosted Flowers
molly
Sometimes the things I say
don't match up with
what's in my head.
It's kinda like
how our blood is blue
but when we bleed it's red.
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