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someone let me lay in their baggy tshirts
fall asleep on their chest
kiss my forehead
play with my hair.

please
apply here __
Pout click
Smile click
Stick tongue out click
Peace sign click

Argh, delete, *** was that ? Yuck, disgusting !

Curly hair click
Space buns click
Selfie with Bruno click
Trying to be tumblr click

No, no, no the dogs licking my nose, **** I forgot you have to be pretty to be tumblr ...

Smile again click
Tries, but slowly fading click
Puffy, watery eyes click
Tears falling from my eyes click

Why, no, not again ... Fine !!

-uploads picture-
feeling, (depressed, suicidal, anxious, unworthy, not needed) happy ! I am feeling happy ..
-not to add the fact I'm slowly dying inside ... - back spaces the last piece !

Fakes smile click
I guess they will never know what goes on behind closed doors or my eyes ....
hold me tight
kiss my lips
grip my thighs
play with my hair
bite my neck
rip at my clothes
treat me right
pleasure me long
and deep into the night
tease me
play fight with me
love me
cure my craving
for fill my craving
you are my craving
be my cure.
I miss you in winter
when its cold
and I have no one to cuddle

I miss you in storms
when you kiss my forehead
as the thunder crashes

I miss you in my bed
our bodies together
lips locked and hands intertwined

I miss you.
for my birthday this year..
when I blow out my candles..
im going to wish to be dead..
and they will all clap..
without knowing..
I try to put on a front that
I'm okay,
but what they don't know is that
the image of you with a gun in your mouth
has never left my mind.
It haunts me, making sleeping difficult
and waking impossible.
While the days go by, I appear to be
more and more okay,
when in reality your absence is making me
weaker
and weaker.
My heart is a beaten down shack,
Left in shambles
boards are splintering
A roof with a terrible leak
How can I sell it on the market
With all these exposed nails
With these wobbly floors
No new paint job can fix
My heart is a beaten down shack,
It has no curb appeal
No welcome mat waiting at your feet
My heart is a beaten down shack,
And yet, you look at it like it's home.
come here
and lay with me
in baggy t-shirts
with nothing on underneath
under the sheets
lets cuddle
keep close together
holding me tight
kissing me softly
until we fall asleep
so come lay with me ...
Blossoms are the
Hopes and dreams
Attached to the thorny
Stems of life
We all have to climb
To smell the roses
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