#justme
By~Badonkuprlang warjri
Ig id: @beomwa_b4d0n
Lavender whispers, a soft caress on my skin,
A symphony of rhythms, where your song begins.
Your scent, a rich tapestry, woven with divine grace,
A captivating allure, a smile on my face.
By God Himself, I swear it's true!
You're my Fourth of July, a vibrant hue.
God's favourite creation, that i won't lie,
You're the golden thread that weaves through all the nights.
Like a sundial, marking moments in time,
Your love, an endless expanse, forever sublime.
My beloved, a hope in the darkest stage,
Your presence, a sunkiss, keeping me safe and warm.
~Beomwabadon
Aug 16, 2025
Aug 16, 2025 at 2:13 PM UTC
Bad day
Bad week
Bad month
Bad year
Bad…life?
Suffocating silence
Lonely
I am alone
They are there-
But they don’t even know
The weight of the world on my shoulders
Is it just me?
It can’t just be me…
Jun 15, 2025
Jun 15, 2025 at 12:24 AM UTC
Where My teeth-is (lyric-kids- crossover )
Hootie hoo
Where you be
could you be hiding
up under my feet
Hootie hoo
Hootie hoo
look-e look-e
are you, playing
hide and seek
walk yourself
back to me
Hootie hoo
Hootie hoo
Hootie hoo
can't find my teeth-is
i need them,
to chew
oh! hell, Boo hoo
i am gonna get you
This is not peak-a-boo
come back to me
here i look up and down
now i look like a clown
and i can't find my teeth-is
anywhere around this town
i look up
i look down
Hootie hoo
Boo hoo
it seems that
the tooth fairy
has lost her freak-en mind
now it time to get her behind
Hootie hoo
Boo hoo
she snapped all of
them, in the front
she is a real nut
Hootie hoo
Boo hoo
with just the roots
left behind
Hootie hoo
Boo hoo
Hootie hoo
Boo hoo
aka: lyricvixen
Oct 25, 2024
Oct 25, 2024 at 12:24 AM UTC
i am so
meticulously,
ridiculously
In love with you.
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 6:17 AM UTC
Real words, real thoughts, real references,
What I mention is the truth,
Never to be left questioned or misinterpreted.
The form of performance;
Proper and critique,
I'm forced to sit upright; think straight,
Play pretend with my so called "friends"; act like the person I am.
Disclosed and cold,
Isolated, yet engaged,
A person who unremarkably achieves just anything.
I'm one of the ordinary, but self-expression is considered extraordinary.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 10:35 PM UTC
My friend I lay here
Alone
Hopelessly in love with you
Holding back with despair
Imagining as if you were right here
To love and caress me while I'm in fear and certainly more than just my peer
Every aspect of you
Every expression of you..
Your just so perfect to me.
To have feelings of breathtaking ache in my mind and in my heart
Just in waiting and longing for that look that comes from you
Unanswered and gloomy the outcome
Yet your always my fantasy rescuing me through my nightmares
And there's bravery just within ..from feeling for you..
And the compassion within I hold for you sustains with just a wish to share
You're rare you see and for that I don't want to let you free ..
Fear with impatience
And the devil's lies..
For we met with no reason why .
A purpose we are
And put together in this life for a reason
And even if just to be friends through life with so much love there shall never come treason.
Say you'll never turn away
Forever have my back
Have my whole heart.
As I'm just crushing alone tonight as Im so in love with you uncontrollably unconditionally
But I'll be alright as I cuddle myself and with ease gives into resting my eyes knowing I mustn't ruin or take the chance to push us apart
© Jenn Linh
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 1:25 AM UTC
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i looked at the sky l
and a
wondered how to f
when everyone else
knew to fly
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 11:16 PM UTC
Se encuentra a la deriva.
Sin un manto, sin calor.
Sólo el frío en su alma,
y en sus ojos vacío eterno.
Si pudiera verse a sí misma,
a través de la mirada de otra persona,
se sorprendería al observar
bellísima tristeza que a su rostro decora.
Sin embargo sólo ve aquello visible al ojo,
lo que está más allá es invisible
a su pobre visión en su pequeño mundo gris.
Gris, gris como su cabello;
El que tanto desea acariciar con sus frágiles dedos.
Gris, gris como la neblina;
Similar a la de la naturaleza,
aunque ésta se encuentra en su corazón,
tapando sus conductos; causándole una silenciosa agonía.
Gris, tan gris como como el azul;
nunca sabes cuando se vuelve triste.
Y si hay algo que ella pueda hacer,
no lo sabe.
Porque si lo supiera sería capaz de sentir,
es un hecho.
Lo que no es certero
es el sentimiento que ronda su interior.
El cual atrae pensamientos oscuros
que su cansada mente no parece soportar.
Quebrándose cada noche,
oculta todo bajo una sonrisa.
Su cabeza sigue gritando,
monstruos aún susurrando
y ella casi a duras penas escapando.
¿Podrá algún día vivir?
¿Podrá algún día despertar de la pesadilla?
¿Será notada por alguien?
¿Será esta noche su última?
Ella quiere saber,
yo me quiero esconder.
Ella quiere vivir,
yo sólo quiero morir.
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 8:08 PM UTC