I was feeling Really ****** tonight But listening to Astoria Has kinda made it better It tells the story of getting over a break up And sometimes We need to revisit old relationships And work through them again I think that's part of being human
Astoria is by marianas trench. It's a beautiful album.
I feel a burning in my chest as I inhale the carbon monoxide Romanticizing smoking is ******* overdone But I'm guilty of it So I'm quitting Monday I have 4 cigarettes to get me through tomorrow and then I'm done Or, at least I hope I'm done
I'm gonna quit smoking and switch to vaping, but I feel that vaping has no place in poetry lol
I knew this sonnet would be about you Even cig'rettes cannot distract me No one has caught my eye the way you do And your smile is never ending You're sweet and charming and kind and wise Your skin was burnt from the **** you've been through I promise I will not tell you lies Because your spell forbids the untrue When I look at you my heart stops And I know how cliche that is Those times in the snow I have not forgot I smile when I think about our kiss But is this truly all for you? Or am I just feeling blue
I wrote this for my Shakespeare class. This helped me get started again.
I stared into your eyes And searched For something more. Those eyes That change color (Whether with the season, Sun exposure Or current mood, We’ll never find out) I looked for something To give me meaning To give me a sense Of hope. I searched and softly whispered, “This reflection you’re seeing Is worthless Unless you do something about it.”