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I want to make you moan Alyssa
But the Smile on your face keep my heart warm
I want to do the things Picasso was not doing
Spray and pray and everywhere you look is red ink
But somebody already leggo'd your eggo
To the teacher that ruined my dreams:Thank you.To the teacher that ruined math for me:Thank you.To the teacher that always made me harmony:Thank you.To the teacher that never had time for me:Thank you
We walk. Down the halls, Into to a classroom, Right to our desk. You teach. Boringly, Monotoned, and we sleep. You give us homework. We don't do or stay up till 2. No dresses work for you. Too short, No sleeves, No boobs. We don't care.
Oh great and powerful
how knowledgable are thee
To conquer my mind in the neck of time
I listen and enjoy
Blasphemy!
I beg to differ
for you are the lesser than me
We don't chill anymoreWe rarely talkI'm barely hereI've moved away emotionally
The laughter in your presence is forcedMy love for youTainted with remorseSits upon a shelf labeled fragile
From my eyes, I see a world of wonder.
A place filled with young day dreamers;
A place filled with possibilities.
It’s a world that shines in the sunlight,
Yet you can only see the reality.
Classes and books, don’t you forgetYou’re too young, you can’t graduate yetLockers and lunchtime, the people you call friendsThe best days and times they say never ends
a pain situated in my chest
planted there from jaded lust.
why is it I’m jealous
when I’m a cut above the rest?
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i trust her with my life’s fate
but my esteem distracts
We used to dance through the field like feral butterflies.
Our wings grew and our cat feet lifted off the grass,
wind blew us side to side and kissed our bare cheeks.
Forgive me
Forgive me for loving you too much
Forgive me for not being strong enough
For not being able to bear the pain of that love
For not having the will to walk away
Evey kiss is imprinted upon my lips
I can still feel the heat of you
Living on in the memory of a touch
An unbelievable softness
The velvet of you lips
Covering a barley leashed passion
We the invisible
While unforgettable it is easy to forget we are there
The misfits the world never bothered what to do with
Forgetting our existence while counting us statistics
Misplaced we traverse unknown plains
As much as I sit and try to rebel against the religion I was brought up on I pray.
I pray that one day my life will be what I hoped for it to be.
I pray for happiness.
I pray to see the world.
I pray for hope.
temptation, lust, decite...
tears, pain, defeat
my life had been filled with these deformities of life.
forgiveness, forgetting, reliving, believing.
happiness, wholesomeness, blessings, amazing.
