The girl opened her eyes. She looked up. Then she made a wish.
She wished to feel, To see, To breath. She wished that life would become beautiful again.
From her point of view , The world was dead. Dead or dying.
She wished that , People would be kinder. That little girls would never know the same pain that plagues her at night. The kind of pain that only occurs, when your heart has been trampled, And your tears are dry.
You should never doubt how special you are to this world . Never pay mind to world's hurt . When your world is your own. Let peace be within you , an you in peace . Let positive thought become positive energy. And give that freely to every energy you meet .
I wish it was real Someone who gets me So effortlessly Who reads into my soul And feels every insecurity And accepts the real me **** hot I like you a lot Smart sass What a great *** You are deep and complex Not like the others Let’s go away To a different time I’ll explore You be my ***** With the brains of more Let me learn Intrigue Show you parts of this world You never saw before My view Question everything true I’ll show you The truth Let me take your hand To never never land Where it is just us Ruffle your feathers stop being so square Get out of your head I want you to share The deepest parts of you Your desires I promise I’ll make them true My safety net Let’s explore your pleasure I promise I won’t hurt you Never
Created in a storm, The red most vivid, The colour of love Representing the deepest of pain, The rapids in your mind, None as beautiful as those of the ocean, Getting deeper and deeper Beyond the basic grit of the past, Pulling times of discontent from every fabric of the memory, Until you snap! like a simple branch Silver the only glimmer in the dark Colliding with the paleness of your skin, Stained now by not only blothes of that colour of love but also those of hurt, fear and never ending pain.
There I was just sat and loaded ready to be self-exploded when a little birdie called me he did not proceed to stall me instead begged harm to befall me. / He was getting me so flustered while his tiny wings just fluttered he did not seem to receive as I begged him to relieve me of the pain, he would not cease me. / i once again begged him to go but no weakness did he show he had set off to just guilt me and with torment, he had filled me 'til he convinced my gun to **** me. / With no confidence in relief and the only thought in me grief i decided to be exploded with the gun that was still loaded i pulled the trigger and then floated.
you told me this secret is ours and all I could reply, in heavy shades of blue, was - secrets are sad and lonely, so maybe it is best to forget and not dwell too long. we don't want to become etched in time for all the wrong reasons.