Sometimes I am a bit too loud
Sometimes I am a bit too quiet
Sometimes I walk a bit too slow
Sometimes I take a bit too long
Sometimes I am a bit too weird
Sometimes I have a bit too bad grammar
Sometimes I try a bit too hard
Sometimes I make the shower a bit too hot
Sometimes I trust a bit too much
Sometimes I get a bit too little sleep
Sometimes I cut a bit too deep
Sometimes I think a bit too much
Sometimes I am a bit too loud
Sometimes I am a bit too quiet
Sometimes I walk a bit too slow
Sometimes I take a bit too long
Sometimes I am a bit too weird
Sometimes I have a bit too bad grammar
Sometimes I try a bit too hard
Sometimes I make the shower a bit too hot
Sometimes I trust a bit too much
Sometimes I get a bit too little sleep
Sometimes I cut a bit too deep
Sometimes I think a bit too much
Looks like medusa who's beauty will turn you to stone,
It's amazing how long she's stood alone,
Her beauty unnoticed by any and all,
But despite all that, she's still my wonderwall.
But yet she has a paper heart,
So I will play, doing my part.
I'll protect her from all the possible harm
And let her rest, up under my arm.
There she can sleep with nothing to fear.
Forever and always, I'll be here
My dear
With eyes that burn brighter than any sun, and lips like clouds, so full and soft, she looks at me.
Though I look at her two, I can only see her through a single moment trapped in time that is saved on my iPod along with all the others.
Simply seeing her smile is the cure to all my problems. All but one that is.
The only problem left unanswered is due to her despair. Wen waterfalls form on the sunset of her face.
A true delicacy, tainted by tears of unworthiness, cast out by my words.
Words of death and despair, shattering the hopes of happiness within her fragile heart, drumming along to the beat of life.
So she doesn't cry alone, because i
Every time we speak, you possess a unique story to tell
So I stick around until you can write me a novel
A novel that will consist of all of your flaws and strengths, your weaknesses and your attributes
And most of all
My love for you and all that you are
But this is only the prologue, so you'll just have to keep reading to find out if the prince reaches his princess
And though this novel may not be fiction or fantasy,
It's clear that there will be a happy ending
Because this is no horror story,
But a romance novel
That I'm sure will have a sequel
But every author needs an idea to spark his imagination into a novelty
Though you didn't spark m
I'm so addicted to you and your love...
You're the only thing I ever think of...
I love you more than life itself you see.
Without you in life, what am I to be?
Nothing, no one; trapped in purgatory...
Alone forever without a story.
No tale to tell of my life or living,
Because without you life would be nothing.
Just a waste of time with nothing to do,
And all I wish to do, is say I love you.
For now that is, because I'd love a kiss...
A luxury of truly divine bliss.
So soft and tender, your touch will be lush...
Then after we stop, I'm hoping you'll blush...
Then you'll hide it from me, behind your hands.
You'll be so cute and meet all my d
While climbing the tree of depression
I reach longingly for the desperation branch,
My foot barely balances on the sanity branch
And my wrists are cut on the jagged trunk.
The top of the tree seems to be not too far away, but one more bird on my shoulder will cause me to fall.
Although the birds mean well, they do not know they are only making the climb more difficult.
At this point I do not know if the top of the tree is reachable or if I even want to reach it.
...
As the cold, sadistic version of myself sorrowfully drags itself across my skin, I feel a kind of pain that the innocent mind cannot comprehend. This miserable pain is the the only thing that allows me to remember that I am not yet dead.
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