She was my kind of hopeless
No, eyes exhausted
Far past the help of coffee
Exhausted from a world bitter and cold
Exhausted from the place she's forced to call home
I don't think her hair had seen a brush in a while
It was professionally done by a pillow
A pillow with years of experience
Still, when she looked my way, I couldn't help but look away
Wish I didn't
Cause she was my kind of hopeless.
I can't distinguish sham love from one that's actual.
The heart isn't the one doing the talking, So how am I suppose to be sure it's factual?
Whom do I select? Whom do I believe? Whom do I accept?
These are the questions I can't get out of my head.
I remember when I love you actually meant something,
But now it's used as a cover up to disguise nothing.
Why do you enjoy bluffing?
Why slur words without meaning?
Why should I hand you the things I was given?
My love and time isn't something that can be re-established.
"I love you," you say.
I am sure you're just uttering words without feelings.
I am not that easily duped,
Maybe I am.
Dulled bright blue as last of light
but time is night.
Where are the stars?
The Summer has eaten the refuse
What is want?
Blame people for the worst.
What is left?
(thick skinned upright shells like cars so well developed for speed that the time they took to make is now time we save with quick cuts with content cut from cloth for your hands romantic now only in dream)
your cunt is not disgusting at all
thats all he can seem to apologize for.
i'm so happy among the screaming and aggression
that my womanhood
is not disgusting.
it's not like you didn't tell me to kill myself
and ill be honest i was already half way there
when i heard that sentence run off your fucking mouth.
how fucking dare you.
i should of been more angry with you
i shouldn't have let you kiss my beautiful rose
with your disgusting, unworthy mouth.
you want to claim respect yet you had none to offer
you're toxic, and every woman knows it.
that's why there was only me.
and now that i've learnt, you'll have no one
until you learn.
Here take my hand
Let me take you to the lake
Will dance in the suns rays
Drink summery beer all day
We will go cruise on the boat
Where you will feel the warm summer breezy play if your hair
The sun will kiss your perfect skin
Sing along to some classic country tunes
Build a roaring fire
Cook some of the best s'mores until you cant eat no more
Go on a late night boat cruise
Slow dance under the bright moon to some classic forties tunes
While looking into your eyes making feel like the only girl
In the entire world
Once we get cold and tired we will go cuddle the night away
And I replied:
"मगर यकीन है मुझे,
अगर ज़्यादा पास तुम आई,
तो मैं तुम्हें भी खो दूँगा।
Magar yakeen hai mujhe,
Agar zyaada paas tum aayi,
To main tumhe bhi kho dunga.
दोस्त ही ठीक हैं हम,
नंबर मांगती हो तुम,
मैं एक की जगह दो दूँगा।
Dost hi theek hain hum,
Number maangti ho tum,
Main ek ki jagah do dunga.
"But I am sure about it,
If you come closer to me,
Then I will lose you as well.
We are okay as just friends,
You ask for my number,
Have 2 instead of one.
s-these aren't words to say in church.
A flower bloomed in your hair as I
I loved you. your
chest rose up to my face as i lay,
you had taken my breath away.
The tattered book scattered through
my mind as you whisper
into the night’s ears.
I remember winning bible study challenge
in fifth grade
then losing my faith in eighth,
I can honestly now say,
you calling out my name
you calling out his name
brought me back.
I drink you up,
as if I
to the bottom
of the bottle
of whatever you told me you are.
You taste sweet,
like the type of chocolate
your eyes remind me of.
I touch my mouth
with my tongue,
The feeling of something sweet
hasn't been there a long time.
It feels like my first cavity.
I touch my heart with feeling,
I touch my spine with fear,
I let you win in a debate,
I wanted to make sure
I hadn't gone soft.
You look beautiful.
Must dream of sugar
And I remember your lips
Sweeter than sugar
Take pride in their feathers
Yet, vibrant as they are,
Your eyes remain treasures
And now, my broken wing,
It keeps us far apart
But I will continue to sing
Longing for your heart
and your lips, a work of art
So here’s a song to the girl
that this hummingbird
still dreams about