expectation
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Do we ever think about the things we create? The small things and the large things that we drag with us through time, the phases that we promoted that we thought would last forever in our minds
O expectations, what a blessing in a curse
You taught me to want more from myself
Without you, I'd be feeling so much worse
No longer just a bland book on a shelf
We think we are invincible, trusting our bodies to extreme levels
Holding our drinks to be downed before daylight while sucking out the moisture from our skins
in the cold, damp moonlight
"You must do well."
But why?
"You have to.
You have to fight, you have to climb, no matter how rusted the latter is.
"You have to do better than me."
"You have to outshine the others."
One time I talked to a stone wall,
and it was just like talking to you.
Except
without the interuptions.
I say,
Hey, Wall, what's happenin'?
You think you're trapping me,
Expectations are high
But not quite to the sky
Not sure there is a time
Where I won’t be sublime
I almost wonder why
If I was an instrument
Just currently crafted
As I am
The old sounds would come from my fresh body
And startle those near
My simple, small, structure
when I think of the word "Life", I think of a flower.
The seed gets planted, gets water and get shine on by the Earth`s light.
It then gets fed with pain and heart.
Queen B
Queen ME
“To know love is to know pain”
Fall in love
Kiss him
Fulfill his fantasies
Before they turn the lights out
That one love that ripped my heart out
Be strong
When you think about yourself,
and who you really are,
do you picture someone in the shadows,
or a blinding bright star?
But who you really are
is completely up to you,
because everybody has
I am worth more than a once over,
Do you know how long it takes to look this great?
Sun-kissed skin and raven black hair,
I am unique and I do not need you.
I am not meant to be a secret,
From time and time againyou proceed to statehow you expect more from me,how you expect me to reachsuch high expectations,and how you know that I havethat potential to do so.
You seep away
Into my reserve of affection
That iconic muscle subject to pains of my own obsession
A first glance through a marked window
Couldn’t mask the feeling of the clock running slow
