Your love is wide like the ocean and full of emotion. When you smile you make me cry because you are beautiful like the sun. Your lips are blue like berries, my lips are red like cherries and without you, there is no life for me.
It is raining on your face, it is raining on me. What can I do to make it all stop? I want to see that beautiful smile on your face. I want yo hear you say you love me and that you always will, even just to cheer me up.
You said you loved me but you went and did something you should not have done. You watch me like I am your prey and you are my hunter.
After every tear, you will see me. After every joy, you will mess me. After everything, you will need me. To hold, to comfort, to laugh and to cry with you.
I love you, can you believe it? I love someone and that someone is you.
I know it's a little too late for a new year's resolution but I saw a few today and realised I've never done one. I've never planned what I wanted to do for a year or plan ahead for a few milestones that would make a world of a difference when I achieve it. So I decided to make one. It's not too late, right? It's still early in the year. So here goes: My New Year's Resolution 1.Get a degree in anything really. I had started college in 2015 but had to stop in 2017 because I didn't have the funds to continue. I still don't but life goes on. My mom had 10 children, I'm the 8th, the 9th died and the 10th is who I need to prove that there is more out there. I'm the first in college, and the first that was on her way to being an undergrad but they just didn't have it. I somehow feel like I failed them.
I'm the type of person that tells you to forgive but I can't forgive myself. It's been 11 years and counting since my brother died and I cant forgive myself because I wasn't able to save him. I was his big sister I was supposed to be his protector but yet I failed him.
She’s tired of faking laughs and faking smiles to seem half okay when all she is, is gone. So far gone that she's dead, so freaking dead that the only thing that keeps her alive is the sound of her dead brother's voice and his image but now she doesn't remember any of it so she's denigrating. There’s no one to save her and she can't even save herself, so she waits for death to realize its mistake. She waits for death to undo it, undo its mistake or give her a chance to hear her sweet brother’s voice again and remember what he looks like. She waits because that's all that’s left to do.
Have you ever wondered how it would feel to be fully accepted? I mean by everyone not just by some. You wouldn't have the chance to feel alone or left out. But the problem with this generation is that they tend to judge and criticize everyone and everything without knowing how that person is feeling on the inside or what they are going through.
"I wonder if you remember me the way I remember you. Baby soft hands and velvety lips. My sunrise in my tsunami of feelings."