moonlit skies, your hand in mine
you look so lovely, why am i so shy
i want you to feel loved
i'll keep you from being judged
no one has to know
we don't have to show
i knew a girl, so sweet and so kind
i knew a girl who used to be mine
Why don’t you just let down your walls?
You’ve been hiding for so long
just another one leaving
another hole inside my heart starts growing
i still miss her
and i'll miss this girl too
never really got too close
never really got to know them like i should
before they'd be shipped of to a boarding school
and why? 'cuz they liked me
and they were told to only like guys
is it my fault? i was born in the wrong body
so what if they like me?
"love is love", it should be preached more often
but now, i'll just keep on hurting
why can't i have a successful relationship with a girl without her being sent to a boarding school? it's awful
when you stop loving someone
they'll start to love you less
until the love is gone
wish I could pull you right back into my life
wish I could pull you right back in my arms
wish I could pull you right back to me
I've missed you since that day
I have to stop myself and say
"that was april 6th, years ago"
"now it's 2021 and I still can't seem to let it go"
spending late nights in your car
but we'd never really go that far
you loved blue just the same as I loved you and I know
I know I need to get over you
but it feels impossible to do so
'cuz I feel I can't stop loving you
my body aches
she's no longer here
you're in my head
i'm so scared
never got to say goodbye
i love you
a poem for my mother
she passed away last night
a single flower petal falls
he realizes it all
that one disease
has claimed another
no more petals to fall
no one to attend the ball
he's lonely now
and forever on
What is a promise worth when it means nothing at all to a broken person?
An excuse to make people happy?
To make someone believe lies even more?
What is it?
I'm a girl, who likes both genders
But what happens if I come out of the closet
Will people like me better,
Or dislike me forever
I was a straight girl,
Now, I'm unsure
Do I like girls,
Or whoever's in this world
I was once a artsy girl
In a worthless world
A worthless society
Who will ever see?
I am the artsy girl
Writing on my arms with the razor
Drew it with silver,
Watch it fade to a ****** mess, maybe even more
I never will be the artsy girl
In this beautiful world
Who would ever
Do this to me?
— The End —