As I look up to the sky
In this endless void of something
I find nothing
And as the wind rages on
I see the clouds moving to reveal stars
I fee everything being pushed by this force
Even my love for you
I see it now
There’s always gonna be something than nothing
And when you feel it
It just keeps on coming
Oh the stars
i just can’t fight it. My friend likes him too. I try to hide the fact that it bothers me but I can’t hate her for anything. I wonder if she values what I do for her
How am I?
I went from alright
I went from bad
See the sad thing of it all
I'm unsure if right now
Is going from worse to good
Or Going from worse to worst
It's unclear to me how things can get worse
It's unclear if it'll ever become better again
Shouldn't have dragged you
Into the mess that's my life
The same dilemma I had a while ago. Try my best to keep her happy, and myself, or at least try my best not to **** it up
So there's this guy
I find peace in his vibes
I find true love for him even through my disguise
My several failed attempts to hid my love for him
Show me just how much I truly love him
He makes me feel like the sky's the limit
when I get down and limit myself to my surroundings
He has taken over my mind
24/7 my Thoughts and dreams are now filled with my 75 and 8
If only he could see my thought
If only he could read my mind
My 75 and 8 why are you so blind
We say were just "bestfriends"
He is my bestfriend
Maybe one day we can be more than "bestfriends"
but I do not know my fate
so I'll just sit and wait on my blind 75 and 8
Letting go is another thing in life that just doesn't sit well with me.
But I get it.
And so I must swallow whatever pride I have left.
Only because people have been sent after me.
I didn't ever think I'd see the day when my once close friends decided to bash my reputation. And to be completely fair, not everybody came after me.
But the ones who did, really wanted me to have it.
But despite what I've done. I can find some relief in knowing that some of those people still think I'm decent.
And thank God I haven't done anything to some people. I try to be kind, and that gets me a decent reputation. But only one mistake can drive it right back into the ground.
After all of this. I just want an iced capp to numb the pain and to keep me awake.
And sure, this isn't ideal.
But it's my life.
Or at least...
It is now.
I get it. I'm awkward.
Wake up late
Miss part of school
Mom’s out of town
Dad’s on a run
Four younger siblings
To take care of
One needs a ride home
Running around at track
One is in a weird mood
Of a fifth grader
One keeps asking
Where is dad
I told you little man
He just went on a run
Having to get off the x-box
After playing for almost
The new kitten
Running around the house
Constantly being watched
By the kids
And here I am
What will tomorrow bring?
When you pack and unpack
And move into your dorm
What will you do
With the memories I tucked into your hand
With the hand I gave you to trust
With the smile that you always summon from me
With the words I made sure you heard
With the heart I've given you
Will you bring them with you
Or leave them for your brothers to pick through
I just want you to be happy.
I love you and I believe in you. You've always been so smart. You can do this, even if you are afraid you can't.
"I'm supposed to be in love
But I'm numb again"
Have you seen it?
Seems like I've misplaced my mind.
I had it for a while...
Now it seems like I'm flying blind.
Can't piece out my thoughts,
a cacophony of riled up birds.
An **** of broken lines...
Overlapping and blurring into incomprehensible words.
Wandered in almost every direction,
but seem stumped at every end.
My mind is rapidly turning,
more foe and less a friend.
Confused is what it is at best.
Derailed far from its once reliable track.
Need to quickly regain my centre,
need desperately to get it all back.
Conjured this up...
With much difficulty.
For what once flowed freely.
Could it be...
That I have too frequently misused.
The welcome I've received,
that I have carelessly abused.
Ugh... Makes no sense...
Never have for a while.
Conflicting thoughts and words.
Crash into each other into a pile.
Need a reboot,
a reset and a restart.
Need to find my muse,
that stems from the heart.
Curse the mundane!
These excruciating hours of the day.
Begging for the nights,
to take me and my mind away.
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