#itsweird
i will admit
i am not the type of girl
to go to a bar and sit in a cloud of smoke
and listen to music purely because it is live
and i apologize if that is what you were expecting of me
but that is just not me
i am the type of girl
to go to old hidden bookshops and inhale the scent of literature
i am the type of girl
to sit on my bed at 4 am and talk about all the thoughts to a friend
i am the type of girl
who is more interested in sitting around a bonfire than going to a mall
i am sorry to any human expecting anything more or less of me
but i am not like that, it's just not me
i am a homebody, i am an lover of the arts, i am an introvert
i am a lot of things, but i am not a loud and extroverted human
i love my comfortable home and my few friends
now you are aware of my awkwardness and inability to be uncomfortable
i refuse to do something i don't want to
i am not going to do something purely because of the view of others
i am me, i am not going to change
and you are you, and you shouldn't have to change to get along with me
i apologize for expecting that of me, but then again
i am not going to apologize for being me
Jan 16, 2018
Jan 16, 2018 at 1:23 AM UTC
I don't get it
Out you leave for some time
And i find my way back into a rhythm in life
And continue down my path laden with rhyme
It seems sometimes that you even manage to escape my mind
But then as i hover over the edge of sleep, my heart finds time to weep
And all of a sudden i cant escape your burning flame
Of passion that i crash into, knowing you feel the same
It's harder than concrete to explain, so I'll try to do it in Passin
You and i have something called a Phoenix passion.
Every time the flame between us is reduced to ashes and dust
It sparks and burns again hotter than ever, seemingly endless and in whatever kind of weather
Our storms seem to cross paths and we once again find each other
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC