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Maurice Leger Jan 2015
With head bowed I kneel before thee
And ask for forgiveness and sympathy
The distance and silence is killing me
Making my heart weep like a willow tree
Fearing the loss of your friendship and beauty
I will suffer to no end if this is our destiny
Sending me a message would make me so happy
Une petite minute de vous, pourrais me sauver la vie
A A Aug 2014
Sometimes we win, sometimes we loose.
Some people are all about winning,
but what these souls don't know
is that you win so much more by loosing.
**** perfect,
being a mess is golden!
Just turn the magic **** button on
and follow your heart, your gut, your intuition, whatever,
they are all the same thing.
Not giving a **** to what other people think is a superpower!
If you are good, be good.
If you are bad, be bad,
but please, be you!
People are like designer bags,
there is nothing worse than fake.
I've lost "everything" and was reborn from the ashes more times than I though I could handle,
I've made ten thousand heartbreaking mistakes,
and out of all this things I've done,
I love me better NOW.
Nickols Aug 2014
Just give me a reason,
to get my heart beating.
As the world falls apart around us,
all we can do is hold on
and take my hand.

I'd risk everything for you,
reaching into the denial,
risking loosing my mind.

Just reach for my hand.

You might call me crazy,
but I'd stand on the edge,
till there's nothing left,
waiting for the end.

Say another word,
because I doubt I could hear you,
with the silence between us.

Just reach for my hand.

I'd do anything for you,
while asking "why are you such trouble?"
From our first kiss,
your eyes held wide...
(why were they open?)

Just give me a reason,
to get my heart beating.
As the world falls apart around us,
all we can do is hold on
and take my hand.

Just reach for me.
MalaiDaisies May 2014
I think I made a mistake
I think, I let Him go
Jasmine smiles Apr 2014
What will it take to trend?
In what way do I need to pretend?
To actually be popular again?
I write more and more
Are my words just a bore?
What will it take to get my foot in the door?
So go tell me your price
Humors me give me advice
When will my words suffice?
Is it wrong to want fame?
Am I the one to blame,
For conforming to societies game?
A little butthurt

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