i've never been able to stop thinking,
wondering,
why i just wasn't enough
I feel like i sound like every other broken hearted teenage girl on the universe,
mourning things that could have been,
ghosts of reality.
i've always believed in happiness as a reason to be around
to see the stars and feel the wind blow through my hair,
feel the world play at my nerves the way you tease the keys of the piano
i never let you complete my world the way girls do,
i knew it would end eventually and i was just trying to save myself,
but apparently this distance can hurt just as much when you haven't completed my world
seeing you now,
the stars have exploded and they hurt my eyes
the wind has turned to daggers that tear through my being,
the world rakes at my nerves the way you lash out at the things you hate.














Comments
One of your best, I think.
There's raw emotion in this, not just words.
Great job.
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Do you think Michael stuffs socks in his pants or something?
Nah, he's just blessed.
The wonderfulness of hardcore fandom.
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any words of advice? where i can improve? i need to learn form before i can call this shit actually poetry
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desireeee~
Proper capitalization and punctuation are a must.
Your organization has improved a lot.
Otherwise, keep it like it is.
It fits its title well.
It is, after all, a self conversation. It doesn't need to be perfect and meaningless.
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Do you think Michael stuffs socks in his pants or something?
Nah, he's just blessed.
The wonderfulness of hardcore fandom.
G A L L E R Y [link] G A L L E R Y
punctuation is something i only put in if i want the feeling it gives a person.
k thanks
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desireeee~
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