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 Mar 2014 Willow-Anne
eigengrau
One day, you will realize how much you love a person.

How your whole life is much like the Solar System
        where you have the one you love as the Sun—
                                                            ­                      the center of the Solar System.

In this case,
                   the Center of Your Solar System,
                   the center of Your Life.

You feel that you are gravitationally bound
   in orbit around that person,
   like the planets or the many astronomical objects found there.
I am gravitationally bound in orbit around You, my Star. ★
The shooting stars know my deepest secrets
The golden moon knows my deepest fears
The elegant sun knows my deepest dreams
The serene night time knows my deepest scars
The gentle sea knows my deepest lies
The never ending sky knows my deepest loves
The wispy autumn leaves know my deepest wishes
But nothing will ever know what I keep hidden deepest inside *me
#Secrets #Life
The butterflies*
        turned into ravens,
Feasting over
        my ***** feelings
.
 Mar 2014 Willow-Anne
Trisha
Tired:
 Mar 2014 Willow-Anne
Trisha
I'm tired;
Of being sad,
Of being called bad,
Of being judged,
Of being scared.

I'm tired of being tired.

*Why can't people just be theirselves, instead of being the society's idea of perfect?
Random thought
 Mar 2014 Willow-Anne
Trisha
You're a **** if you, wear a small dress,
Love the company of guys over girls.
You're a social reject, if you haven't yet had a boyfried,
And you're a ***** if you have five ex's.

That is the society's idea,
But we keep forgetting that,
The society is **Us
I don't have a blog but this is the way most people think and so I just had to put down my opinion too, not a poem though, but just my piece of opinion.
Half a year later
we still laugh like the first day.
Please don't leave again.
It pushes down on your chest line a thousand pound weight,
unable to get out from under it.
Tears form in your eyes and your heart pounds in your
chest and you can’t breathe and you feel
trapped in your own mind
desperate for an escape
clawing your way to the surface without prevail.
Stuck within the labyrinth,
every turn you take thrusting you deeper into a puzzle that you cannot solve.
Your worst fears come out to attack you at your weakest,
When you can’t defend yourself against their evil.
There’s no help for you.
All you can do is tread water and hope not to drown.
Written during an anxiety attack.
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