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Words leak from my hands
and out of the tips of my fingers
to caress the keyboard
and so i write my emotions out onto this blank space
to create peace inside the cramped apartment that
is my mind.
Dear L,
The L word means love to me
L Is a luxury that not everyone manages to have
L is liquor, addictive like a drug
Dear Childhood,
I had been
wrapped
In your warm, comforting arms
For seventeen years
But then, as the minutes ticked away to midnight
I felt your grip loosen
as you prepared
They tell me many things,that I already know,But I want to live my life my own way.
Go to schoolthey tell me,But what if I'm not ready?
I've aged recently,
I learned how to appreciate my family more and more, day by day.
They help me with school, how to keep my life together, and teach me many necessary to unnecessary things.
Adulthood is a murderer Sucking the life out of sweetly serendipitous smiles Growing up is a massacre of dreams Reality is adulthood greedily gobbling hopes They say don’t’ grow up too fast I can only dream and hope Dreams that are alive Hopes t
I am 18 and not in love yet, because being in love is a lot like a car crash, a train wreck, a labyrinth in which I do not find solace in being lost but instead feel trapped in a never ending maze of confusion and uncertainty, I’m not sure I b
I can't say one thing!
Not one damn thing, without you criticizing me!
Just shut up!
You ask what I mean,
I mean Im Fed Up!
You push me for my 'own good',
Five Hundred, Twenty-Five Thousand, Six Hundred Minutes...
Times Three.
That's how long I must endure this ache in my chest.
All I want is you.
Your heart.
Your Love.
A night for dreaming
Its our get away.
I want to take you anywhere but here,
An escape from reality.
One weekend to play, and say what we want
Nothing and no one can stop us.
