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You may have died young,
        but as long as
        my words live,

*You will never grow old.
.                                                                ­                  though there are people
      who are accepting of everyone's looks
                              everyone knows it's the self esteem that causes people
to believe that they're not pretty enough              (sorry this is directed at females)
              because there has been a combined effort
                                                     of the "faceless" because
you can't blame any one person
                                 for pushing perfection
                                                      ­            it is many unnamed people, millions
           but
   even if everyone stopped believing
in such thing as "perfection"
                                 it'll always be there, because people want to be better
they want to improve their looks
          for someone, or something
                                                       ­                      when really
                              it's their mindset
                                                  there is no perfection
                    no imperfection
                                         because everyone
                              can't all be the same
                                                            ­                                                and why would it matter?
                                                                ­                                       everyone has different tastes
                                                          ­                                                        everyone finds different attractiveness
                                         so there is never a way
                                                             ­                              to be perfect
                                                         ­                for everyone
                its the nameless
        and the faceless
that pushes the belief
  that perfection
           is real
if this makes so sense i apologies :\
gently placing two dainty daffodils
into a cracked vase                                              
holding it under a cold running tap          
and half filling it with water
the daffodils sway slightly                    
caught in the ripples and eddies                                              
made by the small space and flowing water            
their fragrance is thrown upon the place
as if wanting everyone to smell                          
their powdery yellow fragrance        
setting it onto the middle of the table                    
they live comfortably                              
until the water slowly seeps out the faint cracks
water staining mahogany wood
the flowers wilt long before they should have                
with life saving water spilt everywhere                      
they loose their brightness  
and forget their sweet smell    
to become lifeless nothings                          
settled into a waterless vase
title relating to something someone said to me once.
it's difficult not to feel so empty              
a glass of water less than half filled    
when you know                
there are so many girls/women                
boys/men                        
who are bleeding
because they're over it                
they don't care anymore        
they're spilling blood
on rooftops                            
in bathrooms                        
behind locked doors            
but yet                                                        
they all have reasons                          
you can't judge any one of them                          

this is one of the reasons
why i don't want to become
a mother                                
why would i hold                                      
a dependent baby inside me                    
when i'm dependent also                          
and the world will corrupt them anyway                      
like it has to me
where my mother, wouldn't know if i stained tiles

it's called bubble wrapping                    
overprotecting your children                  
so they grow up and can't handle the world    
but really                                                                          
maybe their parents are just too      
terrified                                  
of what happened to them,      
to let it happen to their dependent child                

the thought of becoming a mother                                              
is difficult to me                                              
i wouldn't want to ruin a new life                
i'd hate to know i didn't fix it                
even if i never knew, guilt at the world
corrupting a child
my child                
would be too      
much      
too bear.
hold me as i cry                                  
let my tears soak into your silken skin                  
bear my weight as i collapse into your arms
let me feel your heartbeat                                                  
the gentle rhythm of your existence
hold me as i empty my fears                    
let your heart absorb my love                                    
but make sure to give some back    
be my backbone                                                
hold me safe            
i need you                      
x my love
They called me sweet angel
They dressed me in gold
A glorious tour around the world
A fancy world of glamour
I walked myself in...

All that glitters are not gold..
Cruel fate, now that I am too old
Not worth a stare not even to hold
My adorable fans , my loved ones are acting too cold
No longer desirable, no longer wanted... not even a thought..
Bowing slowly in shame.. I am all alone..
I am a broken angel I have nowhere to turn...
I am feeling too old and too cold..
Once I was an angel now I am a broken soul..
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