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Should I be happy
That we are friends
.................................
Or sad
Because that's all
We'll ever be???????
If you ever want to let me know

what you think of after the sun has set low
and the stars shine bright against the black
or
when life is just a blur, but yours a daydream
and you're stuck frozen in a moment,
your mind just some butterflies and tangled roots,

I'll be here.

Tell me about your darkness, when I see light.
Tell me, and even I just might.
Something is wrong with me.
#deep #cheesy
It's easy to get obsessed with something
that isn't good for the self.

For me, it was you.

You were that ****** song,
I couldn't get out of my head.
That type of chocolate,
I could never get enough of.
Those hours I overslept.
That escape I found,
every time I wept.

Those day dreams.
Those feelings.
That smile.

None were good for me,
yet that is what I'm craving.
WHY AM I EVEN WRITING THIS.
I gotz no life.
I gotz no cash.
All I got is these pimpin' hashtags
#money
#grill
#dddddaaaamncheckoutdatfineassgirl
A Shoelace Knot (An English Assignment)

A shoelace dangles between my fingers.
It is my gift to you this Valentine.

It's a bit muddy, stinks of sock
and is coloured a fading blue
The aglets still remain, but are worn with use,
something like my feelings for you.

I know you love cheesiness and chocolate,
But accept it, my love, for it belongs to the shoe,
that led me to where you stood.

Tie it around your wrist,
so that I'll stay around you, in your mind,
around your beating pulse,
lest you forget
all the journeys we undertook.

Look.
The string is tearing at places,
but we'll just tie a knot again.

We'll be inseparable and true.

I fall with your fall, and you match your footsteps to mine,
because like the tied shoelace,
our lives are tangled and knotted.

Accept my gift, an old shoelace
and tie us together
Tight.
This is for an English Assignment. I thought I'd upload it earlier, so any suggestions are more than welcome :)
Inspired by Valentine, by Carol Ann Duffy. (That's also the poem we read in class and are supposed to use as our topic).
i sit here in tomorrow,
as you lay there in yesterday.
sunday 16th november '14 ~ credit: the creep that loved you ~ i find pieces of you in the breaths and whispers of daily life
You look at me
Like you think I'm the best
You talk to me
With sincere innocence
I watch you grow
And blossom and learn
You look up to me
To make decisions that are firm
For you, I will change
Because I've been in your place
With parents who don't care
And give you way too much space
I don't want you to turn out like me
You're so kind, smart, and curious
When I think about my dad
It just makes me furious  
So I will not neglect you
Or ever make you sad
I want you to always feel
Like you have someone who's love for you is mad.

-A.D.L
you used to always call me your innocent girl,
one to never break out of her shell.
never once taking a sip of alcohol, or touching the blunts you would roll with your best friend.
you used it against me when you left me hanging in the rain.
i did drugs today.
i downed the fifth of whiskey my roommate kept under her bed.
i smoke one of those blunts you swore i'd never touch, or two.
i tried to send every memory you gave me up in smoke.
i tried to forget how you left me, alone and vulnerable
and how my heart was almost ripped in half.
i threw myself into a substance-induced oblivion to where i couldn't even move without falling right back down
into the deep dark hole that you shoved me into.
and even though i should have forgotten all about how you're brown eyes tore right into mine, or the way you called me 'baby'
i couldn't.
i couldn't stop hearing the sound of your voice.
or see the rugged glimmer of your smile.
or taste the black coffee what was always on your lips
i couldn't erase your memory,
even though you didn't even remember mine
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