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One SecondDear You,
Yes, I know what you're thinking:
"There's that creepy girl again,
the one that stares at me all day
and gets all nervous when I'm around."
But I have a lot to tell you,
even if you're not reading this,
so just bear with me.
You- yes, you- are ruining my life.
I used to be so content with myself,
convinced that love was pointless
and dating people is just a hassle.
I knew that looks didn't matter,
that I should look out for myself
and not care what other people think.
What have you done with that girl?
I'm wasting all my time on you,
and I know that, but I can't stop.
I worked so hard on that project,
hoping it would be per
JuliaShe’s the kind of girl people write books about.
Rides bikes too fast - - no hands, hair in flames eyes too.
Barefoot, dirt smeared, picks dandelions with her toes.
Train-track balancing act,
backyard trapezes laughter,
She paints her walls with memories.
Ceiling too. Me as well.
I find treasures in her soul.
She makes mine.
She has gypsy legs and a homeland heart I cannot steal.
A living poem I can’t rewrite –
the kind of girl summers are made of.
I'll Kill her BelarusxRussiaxreader
A/N:I actually like Belarus. I just thought the song fit. Enjoy!
So, of course, you were supposed to call me tonight you were supposed to call me tonight...
Ivan picked a sunflower from his flourishing garden and slipped the engagement ring on the stem before tying a (f/c) ribbon on it.
He smiled and practiced his 'speech' to his scarecrow "____ ____, 2 years ago on Christmas eve we met. I've loved you ever since,nobody can make me feel like you do. You're my most beautiful,brightest sunflower! I Я буду лю
dysmorphic weatherspring came late this year
snow arrived along with april
and i found myself wondering
if this was what the whole year would be like
it wouldn't surprise me
given the recent events
pathetic fallacy and all that
Missing From The WorldSometimes, I’m missing from the world,
But no one even cares.
Oh look, they’re playing a game,
I wish I could join.
My feet move like clockwork,
They’re moving towards the group.
My hand reaches out to them,
But I’m instantly shoved away.
Pray I don’t die lonely.
Tears fall from my face,
I run towards the sea.
Its arms comes closer to me,
I can’t help but to smile.
I’m standing in the puddle,
I’m ankle deep with my emotions.
Why am I ‘scary’?
I feel as if I’m dying inside,
The light went dark.
There’s someone running to me.
Come to me nowI need him closer
I need him now
Kissing me hard
Pushing me back
Pulling me in
Pinning me down
Picking me up
Just come here
Come to me now
Feel my curves
Bite my lip
Kiss my neck
Bite it if you please
Just come here
Come to me now
To feel your lips
tracing down my jaw
Your warmth over coming me
Giving me chills
Just come here
Come to me now
These Past Weeks.These past weeks have been the best
Although I know that they could end in a flash,
And I know you may just want to leave it all behind
But I'll never forget it, cause it changed my life.
Every second that our lips touched
I felt a little bit of my heart heal,
I felt it explode in my chest...
I felt as if I slipped out of my mind, and straight into yours.
I would gladly give up this gift, my power to write
Just to hold you for another long night,
And I would give up my heart for you
Just to know if I could trust you to hold it,
But now, as far as I'm concerned, you've had it from the first kiss.
AwayThe stars are all I can see.
As I lay in grass.
So scared to see sunlight.
Because when I do…….
I have to leave you.
I'll have to leave your arms.
Your strong embrace.
It sings to me like a lullaby.
It's ruining my lullaby
It seems you have a new scar every day
The sunlight is showing
Now I have to leave
Away from the camp
Back to the Allies
Away from the Axis
Away from you
Even though you're the enemy
I can't help but love you
Upon the Final NotesA dance is a dance, a twirl in the night
Begging for a reason, kindling to the flame.
Friendly words whisper to friendly ears,
Of times done and gone.
Lips smile, brushing a soft shoulder,
Begging the heart to make a mistake.
Only will remains, struggling,
Just to persevere.
My Rescued Heart.“This is just another time my pencil touches the paper
And just another time my heart pours out on this page,
Just another time I trust everyone with my deep feelings
And another time for me to forget about rage.”
This time it’s for love and not for the pain
Cause I can’t think of that, not when I’m this sane,
I feel so alive unlike when I lied, unlike when I cried,
All of the pain and regret I held onto fades away.
Now after so many nights of fighting for my heart
In more ways than just that small number one,
I finally have it in my hands, I feel love for myself
And I feel love for every moment I can spend wit
AschLuke: A Fiery FlameTitle: A Fiery Flame
Author: D.R. Ward
A Fiery Flame
I should hate you.
I should wish for your death,
I should wish for your demise.
I should wish for you to perish,
Because you have been living as a disguise.
But I don't.
I should want to punch you,
And beat you,
Until I had my everlasting fill.
But I cannot.
Luke, you changed....
I used to be able to hate you, I did, Luke....
I fall into your arms,
Wishing for this to end,
But wishing it would never in the same.
And yet, I wonder....
How did you do this to me?
A mere Replica!
I should be able to crush you!
My LoveOver the course of a few years
I set myself a mission that came with its fears
It came with its dark times
Times when there weren't many rhymes
Through many conflicts and decisions
I set myself to a new destination
One that was nice and very peaceful
A sanctuary that was to be very hopeful
I realized it as soon as I saw you
You had reminded me of everything that was true
I did not know you would make a big hit
On my feelings and emotions and she didn't even try
I knew it was her when I saw her eyes
Sparkling and beautiful like I hit the grand prize
I knew it was her when I heard her voice
A soothing melody and I knew she was a good choice
HeartbreakSo this’ll be,
The general heartbreak story,
the heart isn’t ever broken gently,
This’ll be the worst shattering of your heart,
breaking into a million pieces,
and tossed over their shoulder.
Landing on the ground,
never to look back,
shamelessly, carelessly, mercilessly.
The loss of ones heart,
the vital organ one simply
The pieces to your broken heart,
the tear stained pieces,
the dirty pieces,
the sun worn and water faded pieces.
Never to be glued back together,
never to be strung back together,
never to be taped back together.
There will always be cracks in your broken heart
Why do I love you so much?Why is it?
Why is it you always love the one you can never be with?
This world’s so cold.
Everyday, I see you at school.
I came up to your face really close once.
I wanted to kiss you.
It took everything I had not to.
I’ve loved people before.
But no one like you.
I love you with all my heart and more.
It hurts to say it’s true.
Because you’ll never be with me.
Even though I want you.
I think about you every second of my day.
I want to be with you,
When you are away.
My best friend loves you too.
What am I to do?
Everyone says I look like you.
I guess maybe I do.
Because This Is Pathetic And I Know (I Can't Stop)I can't stop...
Listening to love songs.
Avoiding pictures of us.
Trying to keep you out.
But without fail...
I replay songs over and over.
Pictures of us surface all over.
You're the only thing on mind.
I want all of this to end.
I want to move on from this.
But I just can't seem to.
I wish I could say I never think about you.
I wish I could say I don't want you back.
I wish, and I wish, and I wish...
But it never happens.
But because this is pathetic...and I know it,
I'll spare you the satisfaction of yelling at me.
But because this is pathetic...I'll just say sorry.
Because This Isn't The First Time (Goodbye Again)The hurricanes have been put to rest.
Ironically, his siren song lulled them to sleep.
My father's wings are done growing.
He did not steal them, they are angelic.
A fallen angel, the perfect description.
From birth, I was a puppet...
He stood over me, strings in hand. Gipeto.
As I sit here inches away from the best
Hell has to offer...a tear escapes its prison.
I feel the bone chilling finger flick,
I hear my tear cry...now it's a Family Affair.
Because this isn't the first time...
I thought my emotions would take a break,
Just a small one, when we talked. But I guess
I got my emotions from you,
Because they never perform how they're meant to.
Leaving me high and dry, with no clue.
Or should I say high and drunk?
Two more traits I unfortunately inherited,
Because all they've ever done is help me flunk.
Stealing? Got that one too. Lying? Count it.
Did I inherit anything that doesn't belong in Hell's pit?
So because this isn't the first time.
I can just think back to the last time
Because I've Been M.I.A (Or Is It K.I.A)All my friends keep telling me I've been M.I.A,
I'm around. But my reality is in my mind,
My mind is in my imagination.
My imagination is on its way to hell,
So does that make me K.I.A?
Being K.I.A is nothing new to me now.
After that weekend I said I'll let it out.
But I just hid it in the recesses of my mind.
Never to let it out...M.I.A.
Missing what we had will never do me any good.
In Fact it'll probably only make things worse.
Action won't get me anywhere either, it
Killed me to know that like always everything I got
In was all my fault and there was not one
Action I could commit to fix it.
So because I've been M.I.A,
I think it's time to go K.I.A.
At least that way...
Everyday will be a new day.
Because I Miss You (I Don't Know What To Say)I miss you. I'm laying in my bed.
Sleep runs from me. I miss you.
I miss you. I'm staring at my ceiling.
Thoughts flood my mind. I miss you.
It's not fair. Why can't I move on?
Darkness behind closed lids. It's not fair.
It's not fair. Why can't I get you out?
Images of you in darkness. It's not fair.
I dream and pray for the day,
That you walk back my way and say:
I miss you too.
But the real question and hope is:
Will that day come when you are ever near,
So I won't be able to say things aren't fair.
Because I Need To Vent (Letter To Lord Knows Who)Dear Lord Knows Who,
How could someone like me ever be loved by someone like you.
All I do is hurt the people I hold close, like you.
I never stop to think. That's what you always say.
The truth hurts. But my lies hurt even more.
I don't know what to do. I have to give.
But I'm scared, that you might not come
Back into my arms. I know he treats you.
He's probably better than I'll ever be.
You hate that I beat myself up.
But someone has to teach me a lesson.
Bullies deserve whatever they get. Unless
They take it, like I did. Luring you in
With my siren song. Puppy dog eyes.
Complete and utter innocence. All of it
Eventually faded. Replaced with my
Book of Lies. Shabby appearance.
Complete and utter deviance. I couldn't
Plan something so perfect if I tried.
I've been rambling, lost sight of
What I was trying to say. I guess
What I want to say is...
I'm sorry for all the pain, I know it's bad.
But I promise it will get better. So please
Come Back To Where You Belong.
oh and P.S.
Because I Don't Know What To Do (A Question)We've never spoken.
My throat drops into my stomach.
Wish my stomach was in my throat,
Because then I could at least swallow it back down.
But it's like every time I see her everything stops.
There is so much I want to say but I just can't.
Can never even say hi.
Not a wave.
I just look down,
And stare at my feet...
Until she passes.
Then I feel like an idiot,
Because I might be
Letting someone good walk away.
This nervousness...is new to me.
Never have I had this issue.
Never have I had this conundrum.
Never have I had this...
I want to know her.
What makes her tick.
What makes her click.
I want to know her.
But this nervousness...
I don't know how to deal with it.
So because I don't know what to do,
I think I should ask you...
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