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SomedaySomeday this will be me and you.
Someday I'll feel your arms around me.
Someday it'll all come true, everything I dream about you.
Someday I'll be with you.
Someday we'll dance the night away.
Someday I'll feel your lips of mine.
Just not today.
PromWe could go to Prom
You and me together.
I'll get all dolled up for you
And you'll look so handsome in your tux.
We'll dance the night away
And maybe we'll fall so in love
That I'll feel your lips on mine.
They'll stare at us
But we won't care
We'll continue kissing
And then they'll yell at us to get a room
But we won't listen.
I'll introduce you to all my friends
And they'll be mad jealous because they wish they had someone as amazing as you.
And maybe we'll go outside the ballroom for a bit
And spend some quiet time together and just talk.
Prom we'll be the best night of our lives,
And I'll be so glad I shared it with you.
ExpressionIt's not fair you know.
I see your words, I hear your words
And I understand them, and I respect them
And they make sense, perfect sense.
If all these things are true
Why doesn't it change the way I feel about you?
What I want and what I feel never have cooperated
And this time is no different.
I wish I could tell you that it's all okay
That I know what to do but I don't!
I don't know what to do!
I'm not sure what to say!
I don't know how to feel!
And it's driving me insane!
Because I really, really like you
But, dammit, I just can't see
How in the HELL there will ever be an "us"
And it's not me, it's you.
God, that sounds cheesy but it's true!
Ich liebe dich mehr als du mich liebst, und ich vermisse dich mehr als du mich vermisst
That's a fact.
Ich werde liebe dich immer noch, auch wenn du mich nicht mehr liebst
That's a fact, too.
I think I know what to do.
Now if only I could do it.
ConfusionI'm so confused.
I feel like a pokemon in battle
And Zubat just used supersonic
I wonder if we will work out.
He's more republican, I'm more democrat
He likes screaming music, I can't stand it
He's very religious, I'm not so much
He can be very mature, I can be very immature
I feel bad for thinking these things
I don't want marriage right now.
Then again, you don't date someone without the possibility
Of marriage in the future.
Maybe it's just better if we stayed friends.
Maybe it's just better if we quit while we're ahead.
I wish someone could help me figure things out.
I wish there was a solution where everyone was happy.
I'm not sure what I want anymore.
I'm so confused.
Bleeding SunI Love you!
I'll scream the words but will you hear me?
I can't understand
What's going on?
Why won't you let me in?
Do I even stand a chance?
Do I even have a prayer?
Every time you tell me you have a question my heart jumps and starts pounding
My mind racing,
Wondering if this time it will be the question-
the one I've been waiting for-
No, not that one.
I'm not talking about marriage.
I want a RELATIONSHIP.
Why is this so hard to comprehend?
"Will you be my grilfriend?"
"Will you go out with me?"
"I have strong [romantic] feelings for you. I love you."
"I'd like to give us a try"
Any of those would be fine
But do I hear them? No.
Of course not.
I'm sorry for being impatient but I'm sick of being single
Done waiting for the loneliness in my heart to go away
Done trying to pretend that I can wait, when I can't any longer.
Why is it so hard for you to say yes?
It's not a done deal- it's not like we're getting married.
I just want to date you. Just give it a shot.
Confessions of a VocaloidThe lyrics that burst inside of me
The words I cannot say
I don't think it's possible
We will ever work out
We're just too different people
Who live too far apart.
You're all I want
So close yet so far.
I close my eyes and think of you
My heart skips a beat
All the things we've ever said
Flowing through my head.
I think that I could make you happy,
but I'm too eager and you're too patient.
I want something real to cling to.
Throw me a bone, will ya?
is the answer yes or is it no? I want to know!
I pour my heart out for you
but you don't seem to do the same.
Maybe that's why this won't work out
I want you to miss me as much as I miss you
I want you to take me in your arms and hold me tight
Look into my eyes and kiss me
So I know everything's alright.
But that will never happen, will it?
Because I want to make it official
And you want to stay friends, and let things flow naturally.
But a romantic relationship doesn't just come naturally, someone has to make the first move.
I don't want i
HeartI love you. I'll say it a million times if I have to.
I'll say it as much as I need to,
I'll say it as much as you want me to,
I'll say it only to you.
I love you.
Dear CamI'm sick of looking at couples and being filled with jealousy and envy, but more importantly, being filled with sadness, loneliness, yearning and longing
I'm sick of having my dreams crushed and hopes dashed
I'm sick of wondering 'Why?' and 'Why me?'
I'm sick of being criticized
I'm sick of being scared and afraid
I'm sick of felling like I'm not good enough, like I'll never be good enough
I'm sick of all the work
I'm sick of being cooped up inside
I'm sick of not knowing what to do in college
I'm sick of wanting to be with him, of wanting to call him mine, and of wanting to kiss him, so badly
I'm sick of identifying so well with 'Reflection' from Mulan
I'm sick of being heart broken
I'm sick of feeling unwanted
I'm sick of feeling like I can't fully open up to anyone; like no one understands
I'm sick of being afraid to say the things that are on my mind
I'm sick of feeling immature and insecure
I'm sick of having hopes and dreams just to watch them fall apart
I'm sick of being sick of
Apology PoemI'm sorry.
I'm not sure where to start, so I'll start there. I'm sorry.
I never intended things to go as they did.
I want you to know, though, that I don't regret meeting you.
I want you to know that you're an amazing guy, and someday you will find an amazing girl.
She just won't be me.
You deserve so much better than me.
You deserve someone who shares your beliefs, or at the very least believes in God.
A girl who you can bring home to your parents,
A girl who you can talk to about your life without boundaries,
A girl who exists outside of this small, white computer.
A girl who finds your looks attractive and who won't say that she only partly fell in love with you.
A girl who will be more patient.
I want to be patient. I try to be patient.
But I see the couples, the boy holding the girl in his arms,
And I get jealous, because more than anything, I want to feel what they feel.
You deserve better than an impatient girl like me who gets jealous.
The simple truth is that I fell in love wi
this is a warning.i.
The first thing you need
to know about people is this:
If you cut off our head,
we will grow two in its place.
We will divide and conquer
until there's nothing left
but tiny gaping mouths,
clacking and salivating
at the crumbs of an empire.
They tell me hurt is like
a paper cut:
quick and forgotten,
Hurt is the first step
off a balcony,
the first gasp
in a chain reaction
screaming from the railing
to beyond the pavement.
When I finally hit the ground,
I looked up and saw my halo
dangling from the edge,
He said, she said,
I wanted, he lost, she won,
I ruined this, I broke your heart,
he left me,
I miss you.
This is nothing new.
Your tragedy is always
what's it like to realize
every slash on your soul
has an identical twin?
What's it like to know
you're going to die
the same way everyone does:
scared and alone?
We are disposable.
The hydra g
Peter Pan EnvyWe molded pirate ships
from heavy storm clouds,
flags puffed up
and scooped out
like handfuls of sand
while the car windows
steamed in the cold.
You told me stories
of a boy in green
and his war with
the hooked man,
said they took
those like us
to the first star on the right
and straight on to morning.
You made me believe
and when life got hard--
mom hopped up on pills,
nights filled with demons--
I breathed wishes
to be stolen away.
No pirate ever darkened my stoop
with his wayward compass
or water-stained maps;
no fairy ever left glitter
smeared on my skin
like good dreams.
I look to the sky
when the wind blows
and hold my breath
with his name on my tongue
all the same.
SeptemberThe summer was so hot
the dogs stuck to the sidewalks
with the newspapers
and the black metal cans
everyone left waiting on the curb.
You could smell it
in the glass pitchers
on table tops,
and the sheets that never
dried on the clothes lines;
the canvas beach bags
mothers dragged wearily
across the sand
and the ice cream trucks
melting across the highways.
Children felt it open
up the windows at night
and find a corner
of the bed to smother,
while fathers baited it on hooks
or mowed it down
in flat, dry stripes
as if begging each other
And the crickets just hummed
beneath the corn silk
and the dry mouth
daring the cats to play
hide and seek -
searching for September.
thirstYou tell me to breathe in
the scent of my tea:
Apple Cinnamon Spice,
it is crisp and infusing
the aroma into my lips.
Honey coasts along my spoon,
apple biting into its
golden flavor. Cinnamon bursts
forth for a brief moment and I am
Note to SelfDate a librarian; they'll read you until your spine falls apart, and still love every page. They'll underline your highlights, your endless seas of profound poetry, as if they've mistaken your manatee appearance for a mermaid. They'll hang off the cliff of your chapter 15 and dive into the next page as if you're about to reveal what they've been looking for. And when they don't find it, they'll tear out your words letter by letter with a hush, asking you oh so sweetly to stay quiet. Finally, they'll bind your broken spine with tape and set you on the shelf for misplaced books until they forget you were ever there, but they won't be done with you. They'll never be done with you; even when it seems your pages, your rib cage and heart, is filled with nothing but dust.
It was so suddenIt was so sudden.
It was so fast.
It was so scary.
We were so happy.
It was the best.
But the thunder fell.
And now there’s nothing left.
More to Come, More to LoveMore to come
More to love
More potbellies bulging seductively
More love handles to lovingly handle
More expanding muffintops to nibble
More inches on the measuring tape
More pounds on the scale
More softening fat bottoms to sit upon
More comfortable living
More people becoming fluffier everyday
More size acceptance
More tubby tolerance
More self-loving wonders
More deliciously sinful food to enjoy
More freedom from guilt and shame
More liberation of libidos
More opening of minds
More unshackling of hearts
More release from constraints
More living large
More emancipation of bodies
More sleeping in
More breakfast in bed
More letting oneself go
More unbuttoning of pants
More flab enveloping abs
More thickening of thighs
More softening of faces
More doubling of chins
More dimpling of cheeks
More fine fat rolls
More cinnamon rolls
More buttery dinner rolls
More swiss chocolate rolls
More ice cream
More biscuits and gravy
More bread and
Never Forget This DayI am trapped inside
Four walls around me
With a screen of blue
Can’t find my way
Out of this place
I am being sucked dry
Needle pin pricks
Of pain deep inside
Tell me am alive
Flying demons of
Broken leather wings
Keep flying overhead
My insides want
To explode forever
My lips frozen shut
That can’t scream or shout
To warm others about
Spin dry full forward
Going around and around
Black smoke choking
Outside of town
Black rain coming down
This moment in time
Is standing still and
Just goes on and on
Everyone will remember
The number 911 forever
When this day is gone
Bitch TreeBitch tree, Bitch tree
You know what- you're a bitch tree
No you're probably not
I don't know- I don't even know what I'm saying
What exactly is a bitch tree?
If anyone has any clue please inform me
I'd love to know.
Bitch tree, Bitch tree
Maybe it's a family tree of people who are bitches
I wonder what would happen if a girl who believed in being nice came from a family of bitches
I think it produce something like Infected from Repo! The Genetic Opera.
Okay, now I'm just rambling off topic.
What exactly is my conclusion on that topic?
I think I know.
I conclude that a Bitch tree is a Birch tree without spell check.
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