I’m walking on my failure
Like the water in the sea Out there I see my Sailor He is calling out to me All I need is meager trust That His grace won’t let me sink On His boat is written Just No water removes that ink
what are the things that fascinate you most? Things that make your eyes sparkle aglow, that soothe your awry, unrest, stirred soul. Some are fascinated with their fiery, burning passion of life, and some others are fascinated with their own death. I am one of the latter.
Since you're too heavy, it's almost a joke to hang yourself, Shannon. Find another alternative.
Your love feels right
The night is just right Because we both have brown eyes I see yours are darker As I scour through the layers for hours Redness of your cheeks make them beautiful Its the simple act of loving someone That makes me feel so good about brown eyes When I wanted to have hazel ones That look purple in dawn Green in the seaside house Blue in the reflection of the water I look deeper into those tiny irises My sun rises and sets in them We share the whole day, lost in an embrace Held by a stare, arms around each other Wrapping our love in our heads on the first date I dare you, to love someone like I did you on the first kiss
First Date of my life
Sweet treats just for me
I need to get some money Sweets, they are not free Sweets treats just for me To the shop, I run so fast Don't stop to think, go Sweets treat just for me Eyes look through the glass Curly wurly yum Cola bottles yum Sherbert dip is so delish Too much sugar, sick.
having a go at writing a Haiku poem, never tried before so forgive the mistakes.
Just wanting to reside,
a life with no complications, Not a life with free rides, or without death and frustrations, Just a life with reason, Deserved rewards without rupture, Just something worth keeping, I just want guidance and structure...
Just let your tears fall down;
And infused the warmth, Into the prison in your heart. Free yourself and never drown.
It sat upon a wooden piece
the cushion there is none ate with silverware but just bare hands and tasted wine of the lower class a canopy is where it slept in a blancket made of scrap it shed a tear thinking of why the only rich it has is a black device that had the world which has the love and a million thoughts of what could've It wants to hide beneath these scar cursing the clouds for being hatched in a world in where A star is bright but it is just dust and nothing much.
i want to be the one just once i want someone's eyes to light up when they talk about me just once i want my feelings to be mutual
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