We spoke of our tomorrows and whispered a paragon promise, as laminated truth, never knowing any other texture for all we had were our eyes conveying this pledge our gazes outshine - glowing, we could never journey on borrowed moonlight
When I say that you are my Sun, I don’t mean that you are Luminous, Brilliant, Gilded, Beautiful, Bold, Warm, Or even the center of my universe. I simply mean that I cannot look at you Without hurting
Forgotten words I meant to write I only wonder where they go Things lost and never found Where are they now? Forever gone and spoken once The little phrases that meant a lot Words that were meant to be written are just lost... ▪-▪
This life I was given Has caused me nothing But sorrow and grief And that’s why I can’t possibly wrap my mind Around the fact That life is a beautiful thing When nothing beautiful Ever happens to me
you did not make me you did not break me i am not like you. i am everything you never could but late at night i have to admit i still am everything i hated about you i am my parents' child
i'm always afraid i'll be a little too much like you