No WordsThere are no words for how I feel.No Words
Just thoughts, emotions, Rushing through me. Through my mind, and through my heart. The way your eyes draw me in… I know nothing Could be more perfect Than this moment. When you wrap me up in your arms I feel safer than I ever dreamed possible. Your lips against mine, Like pen to paper, Make poetry sweeter Than spoken word could express. With our fingers braided together, Maybe not for eternity… But at least for this part of my life… I know you’re the one for me.
Pretending A SmileShe walks down the hall every day, Trying to think of something to say When she is asked how her day is going. People walk around her not even knowing That the smile on her face is only skin deep. For the sake of others it's an easy secret to keep. Why does she pretend to be happy and great? She's really filled to the brim with sadness and hate. She smiles at them to make their day good, Instead of releasing feelings the feelings she should. She knows she needs to stop telling these lies. Her friends can tell that it's all a disguise. But she lies for others sake, not herPretending A Smile
Bread Crumbsthere is a girl in the forest... walking through the swaying trees and leaving behind a trail of bread crumbs. she enters a meadow, lays in the grass alongside the daisies, and watches the clouds go by. minutes pass... ten, twenty, thirty... soon the sky darkens and cool raindrops start to fall on her face. she gets up to leave, but as she walks back to the forest, she realizes her trail has disappeared. she can't go back.Bread Crumbs
I RememberI remember all the things you said, and the way you looked at me. I remember the feel of your skin, your eyes soothing to see. I remember the kisses that lingered, the embraces of wanting to stay. I remember the last time you took my hand, and tossed a sad smile my way. I remember how you said you loved me, how I was different from the ones before. I remember the last time you held me tight, then walked right out the door. I remember you said you'd come back to me, because being apart wasn't fair. I remember talking late at night, and thinking you didn'tI Remember
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"Si lloras por haber perdido el sol, las lágrimas no te dejarán ver las estrellas" (Rabindranath Tagore)
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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)
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The vase, reconstructed, houses
The elusive rose.
Ten fingers shape a bowl for shadows.
My mendings itch
-Plath
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Sometimes the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.
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