I wanted you to see me. That I was ready to fulfill your every desire. Your smile, laughter, your cries... your tears mean so much more ..so much more. I wanted to make you happy, I wanted to see your dreams come true. You could have been so much more. My every moment, my reason for being. A love that gives unconditionally to those unwilling to receive, my foolish philosopher, all these things and so much more. I am starting to think "you" will never exist. In these moments while reflecting I see how "he" could never be "him". Thus this life, the reason for it, I haven't found it yet..
The caged bird sings because, …birds sing.
I've stopped imagining what a love life would be like. From what I've seen it's hard not to be pessimistic. The thought that nothing last forever is really troubling to me.
I'm spending time thinking about my auntie Lisa again Man, I swear, the fact she died still hasn't touched my brain Sometimes she's the only person I feel that I could relate to The other half of my brain is telling me she would hate you Cause I haven't really always done the right thing And now when I speak to certain family, it's just fighting I remember she bought me a bike and brought me cycling And I found it so strange that she would do me such a nice thing
But that's what family's for And I had rarely felt that feeling But if it wasnt for my auntie Val I probably wouldn't be eating If it wasnt for my uncle Tom I'd probably be on the streets and If I didn't have that family then I probably wouldn't be breathing
At night, stars are trying to being perfect by twinkling. Moon just keeping his stunning look. But she who always being herself born with dark circles and having thin spectacles is still writing poetry by using her untidy heart...