Stubborn
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You keep trying to piss me off with the games that you play,
But I don't think you realize who you are dealing with, and that I can go all day.
You want to slam doors, and you think that I am going to go back and fourth with you,
Nous tombons parfois amoureux de la bonne personne
De la parfaite, de l'immaculée ou de la plus mauvaise poltronne
She left her shoes at the door
Her dreams in her bed
Her pride on the floor
Her thoughts in her head
No food in the fridge
No money in the bank
No magic hand or bridge
Her mind is just blank
They say, "keep your friends close
But your enemies closer."
I ask, then, how do you know?
Who is your friend
And who is your foe?
One moment it's sunshine
And happiness and laughter.
She doesnt know she poor, Even when life tells her in many ways Her refrigerator becomes empty. Whenever she is hungry she can't even find a whole meal. Her family barley has enough food to last them until they can get more.
No rhythm
No rhyme
Just me
And myself
Dark hands
Bright face
WIth a dim glow in the eyes
Worn out
By the challenge
Of living each day with a smile
Inside
my brother has broad shoulders and a straight back.
he is a pillar of stone and a slab of concrete,
the way he marches around the house.
he has hair the consistency of canvas and his laugh
Behind the hazel, she's just a lonely little one. Behind the hazel, she wants to the world to be gone. Behind the hazel, she's fighting everyday. Behind the hazel, she's scared in every way. Behind the hazel, she's slightly shattered.
“Free me”, she screams in his face.“No more.No more a moore.I am a river.I flow.I live and give
I hate these ballet shoes
Everyday marks another bruise
And as I dance with the pain, my brain is in flames, going insane
Working double time over what should be considered a war-crime
Behind the curtain
What I keep hidden
From your eyes and mind
Is strictly forbidden
Under the mask
What a clever disguise
Be original
Be you
Love thy self
And be true
Yourself is real
Yourself is cool
Yourself is beautiful
F*ck all the haters
Who try to destroy you
You're original
And thats good
Chained by my emotions,
Too afraid to leave my heart open
so I hide it away
Love?
I don't even give myself the chance.
Soon as I see it coming
I hit the ground running,
riots of words ruining these dissolving brains
sometimes
giving up doesn’t seem so bad.
too many suggestions,
fifty-fifty-some sounds so right
the others all wrong
Strength is the river;
Though it seems to conform
To the limits of the earth,
With diligence and patience,
Even the most stubborn stone
Will obey the current.
Upon this stormy sea I sail,
Upon the waves I ride.
Beware, beware the siren's wail,
Beware the coming tide.
Your pain it will tenfold increase,
Your joy no more benign.
Who am I to deny who I am?
It may not be right
It isn’t desirable
But I’m not going to pretend
