love story
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Lately it seems like I am constantly going through the same battle in my mind,
And it all comes down to whether or not I need to let you go, or hold on and still believing that one day you will be mine.
it took him by surprise
loving her was unlike any hollyood film or book he had read
there was no fire in his belly when he saw her across the bar
he didn't feel the urge to take her home and rip off her sweater
When the flowers claw their way out of the barren ground
And bloom into the blue of your eyes
Will I be reminded of you
I remember the day I first saw you
A statue, mourning the loss
Ikaw at ako, paano ko ba ito sisimulang isasalaysay?
Sa yugto ba na kung saan tayong dalawa ay nagmamahalan?
Sa yugto ba na kung saan may lamat ng namagitan?
It's the color that warms her face,
The color that gives her so much grace.
It's the color of her feet standing in the cold,
The color that makes her feel oh so bold.
In the deepest part of my deadly diary
The part where you don’t even write ‘dear diary’
Rather an anonymous date perhaps as proper proof of ‘here I am’
Because I love you
I relinquish my heart's repel
I succumb to your tenderness
my mind under your spell
Because I love you
my heart once ice, now is fire
once mummified, now released
the apple: crisp, green, ripe with poison. the maiden - skin white as milk, lips red as wine - takes one bite. the old woman, beaming with anticipation, begins to frown as she sees the maiden is still standing, breathing, and smiling.
Once a upon a time,
There was a girl named Cinderella who was poor.
Her cruel stepsisters and stepmother
Made her do all the chores.
The fight is over.
I’m sinking like a stone before the tide.
The Heroes have gone
The fight is over
But still the beckoned rhythms of your voice call my name.
The sky was self-conscious- she'd always been
She'd change her form just to fit in
She'd keep her head way up in the clouds
So no one could see the scars she hid
Because nobody knew that the sky was sick
Lost in the world of doubt, I was worthless until you came around. It's funny cause I get a lot of looks, but the one coming from you means the most. My confidence was down a notch, I needed that extra boost and you're the drug We bonded like yi
trees don't have feelings
he said as he drew the knife
across the rough bark
and the clear sticky sap
ran down
and bleed out.
she watches silently
The longest journey
Is finding joy.
And it's hard to find
In one certain boy.
To use a cliche,
He's been through hell,
And things aren't going
To turn out well.
Everything is a trigger,
I lived a love story, that wasn't a love story, but was a love story. And it cannot be unwritten, although it's only half written, and that's what I don't like.
One noon, my friends pranked you,
Pretending like they always do.
They texted that I want us to meet,
Even if I don't want to greet.
Once I was in love,
To the person who I thought, for me, was enough.
He was funny and tall,
Courteous and all.
He makes those crazy jokes,
But gentleman the most.
Under the oaks, under the maples, under the pine, under the rowan, sat a crumbling, weathering pile of broken stone. No king would have one stone for his castle
She used to be beautiful.
The kind of beauty that
Really mattered-
A kind soul,
Self-worth found in every moment
And the courage to stand up for those who can’t defend themselves,
While living in a refugee community for fourteen years, I saw many issues that needed to be fixed to make a better world. Many students weren't even allowed to be at school, and many those allowed, didn’t want to go to school.
The day we met.
It was simply just a bet.
But, I was like what the heck.
I didn't it expect it to be this great.
His hair was just so straight.
I just wanted one date.
I'd hate to lose this chance.
I write because I’m a bird underwater
my feathers yearning for the day they become gills
my wings learning to swim
since the day that I learned the human race kills
and then rebuilds their cities with the bodies
