Here's a book...
to fill up,
with my dreams,
my hopes,
my moments of happiness,
and of my fears.
Of those who do not understand,
this emptiness within.
to fill up,
with my dreams,
my hopes,
my moments of happiness,
and of my fears.
Of those who do not understand,
this emptiness within.
I have a book filled with silly poems, and whimsical thoughts. They are silly poems now, because they are of people that I have chosen not to care about anymore, because they are not worth it. But amongst the silly poems are a few gems that whenever I read them again, I am feel that I am transported back into the past, still that awkward teenager. The teenager that followed people more than being able to hold her own. These are milestones in my life, and although I am glad I am over that stage, I realize I would never be the person I am today, if it wasn't for that phase in life.
Those careless words
that you utter,
do nothing but hurt.
Lazy eyes that seem to probe,
And inside this being, is a flicker of hope.
Yet you do nothing to alter the situation
Like a fool, I ignore my intuition
that you utter,
do nothing but hurt.
Lazy eyes that seem to probe,
And inside this being, is a flicker of hope.
Yet you do nothing to alter the situation
Like a fool, I ignore my intuition
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