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She looks so pretty
in the sun rays of a blessed afternoon.
The breeze has a soft touch
on her skin of flawlessness.
Her voice is a Mozart sonata,
and for her the word perfect is an understatement.
We need sunglasses for the height of her radiance.
No one will look away;
she's cursed to be in the gaze of thousands.
But then my heart falls when I wake up from that dream.
Yes, none of that was real,
and pretending it is
is death.
I must change.
I turn the pages of my diary,
in hopes that writing in it will be
like a purification,
to everything that is within that I want to be without.
What I then wish for is to go on as myself,
and to see everything and everyone,
not with rose colored glasses,
but just as something with value;
in a word the truth.
The true beauty of life
is being who you are,
and being happy with who you are,
also to smile and mean it,
so smile and be your own sunshine.
in the sun rays of a blessed afternoon.
The breeze has a soft touch
on her skin of flawlessness.
Her voice is a Mozart sonata,
and for her the word perfect is an understatement.
We need sunglasses for the height of her radiance.
No one will look away;
she's cursed to be in the gaze of thousands.
But then my heart falls when I wake up from that dream.
Yes, none of that was real,
and pretending it is
is death.
I must change.
I turn the pages of my diary,
in hopes that writing in it will be
like a purification,
to everything that is within that I want to be without.
What I then wish for is to go on as myself,
and to see everything and everyone,
not with rose colored glasses,
but just as something with value;
in a word the truth.
The true beauty of life
is being who you are,
and being happy with who you are,
also to smile and mean it,
so smile and be your own sunshine.
Literature
Night Of Revelation.
I dig my fingers into the dirt
as I feel you upon me.
And I wish you would feel
what I've been trying to
suppress.
And maybe you do, deep down,
but you're scared that even you
can make mistakes.
And well, if you don't then this is all
one huge fucking mistake.
But all is full of love when rose petals are
covering your eyes and
wine is overflowing your bloodstream.
I feel so much and yet nothing at all
because this is an illusion -
you've changed or perhaps I have but
your lips don't taste the same and
your gasps sound simply reckless.
Yet I just wanted to hold you in my arms
to make her scent fade away and
to show you that
darling, you've
Literature
Master of knots .
When you came around
I pinned my heart to my sleeve
but it hurt and could not beat at all.
So I tied it with a rope,
but nobody ever told me
you were good with knots.
Literature
Loving blindly .
Darling, there was always a difference between
who you are and how you made me feel;
Instant competition, perfect opposition,
I just chose to turn my compass backwards.
I cared too much about how the poison tasted
to notice I was drinking it while
forcing it down your throat.
I was too blind in bliss to see that
when we kissed, you spit it all in my mouth.
And when you gave me a mocking grin
while watching my body decay at your feet,
I wonder why did I always see
a loving smile?
I guess that's why our hearts are not eyes
and they beat on the left -
there's nothing right about loving blindly.
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Like "Waterfall Hope" I think I should have worked on this more, but I miss faves and comments!! I know, I gotta stop doing that, but here it is! I wrote this months ago and let it build up on my notebook.
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this is really nice