The barrier of poison and **** You're better than us A metal chassis of rust Anonymous. This and that and jist and just An abyss full of fuss No love or lust Anonymous. Cease to speak or discuss A might or a must The empty pie crust Anonymous. Preference to throw or ****** Detest and disgust To cry or get crushed Anonymous.
Let's think about it Discuss it out In a team of more than two Always it has remained important to take views of all.
Let each and everyone get a moment or two Once thought and decided upon something Then it’s time to take a proper line of action.
Between probablity and priority Between the two of them Priority will get the upper hand Priority will get an advantage
Hence always decide upon something definite In one way or other, Some sort of solution to the existing problem will definitely come out While working as a team it has always remained important to put the right efforts in the right direction.
For every cut that is done, A part of me is relieved, A part of me is discussed For every cut that is done, My humanity is lessen, My humanity is broken For every cut that is done, my pain is lessen and yet still it grows
To die or to live? I don't know which is worse Live and face the pain of mistakes, or be memory of the past They only care when it's too late, in the future I know I won't last To die is my answer, but for now I shall let it pass
I'm sad, and no, I don't want to talk it out because there's nothing you can do about it. It's a sad sad, the kind that permeates, stays and repeats things in my mind until it confiscates every vestige of peace. I'm sad, and no, I'd rather not discuss it, because there's nothing you can do to fix it.
I find it so simple to pick out the best traits in somebody. I like to know what makes people tick and what makes their pupils dilate. I can fall in love with the way they talk about their favorite shades of color and the way they pick out groceries.
I am interested in the way people take their coffee and if they prefer tea better. and why herbal caffeinated
I find myself loving people for their laughter and the crinkles beneath their eyes when they smile. And I think it’s so cute whenever they suppress their grins when they think of something funny or memorable. I love the way people talk about life and what’s on their mind; it’s nice to know that there is more more to discuss than the sounds on mattresses and the type of plant they inhale. You are beautiful. I love the way people spill their hearts out when they’re happy or when they’re sad.
Sometimes, when they don’t let me love them, it makes me want to love them even more.
And even when they don’t love me back, I still continue to love.