flawsstitchedwithgoodintentions:
Word it well
Books are everything we imagine. Rotating words to make sense of what is. Reading is the process of imagination, taking on someones mind not to be a critic but to take their eyes and see trees grow or see winds burn. A good book is found within our own grasping. A bad book is as easy as walking away from a jerk boyfriend. Words are so blissful, so imaginative. Beleiving, depicting the very moments we try to make meaning of the question,”what does this mean?, makes us split our personalities. Theres no way to fully understand the mental state of a pschytsophrenic, they spread among many. Truth is words are used, no, pinned to everything we do, say and see. Look around there are books being written everywhere. When will you start yours? porcelain doll
Staring at a mirrors eyes, It was just one kiss
rivers bursts through my chest-limitless direction my meanings worth
whats that moment he watched her walk away
she was the happiness to his soul she grew up before his eyes Always so truthful, although her presence he missed after tears rolled down his eyes He chose summers lips
He stood outside to take in the crisp wind of winters morning not beleiving in anything else but the changing of seasons until, the rain touched his tongue and drained through this body he was torn between the seasons love and her touch Digging his toes in the snow at his doorstep he thought about nothing but the warm touch of her soft skin remembering the moment his lips touched hers So, he said goodbye to every season as they slowly passed and after took her hand and never looked back My mind split in two
The confusion is killing me i cant seem to think straight anymore taking in thoughts of corruption letting them take over bit by boring bit my mind is slandered with your presence taking on the day as a lost soul dark alley ways are the choices i have taking no direction in walking just gliding slipping sliding drifting into you i have no doorway broken with frustration and anticipation take me in let me in i want to be the antidote to your ways achieving nothing but the small moments lay fall stumble at my feet for, i will lift you up with every reason to insert madness in your heart i will take on the world to confuse you reflecting every movement you make with a carelessness in your action there is no retraction in your step just the pause you take, so swift passing misleading judging everything you let drip out of your lips yet time will never prevail we must part our ways my heart can be slit no more i will no longer let you take break remake my little bit of being in this world i shall look the other way as you leave the room but glance back just to remember you drifting away
i gasped for air out of the water taking beatings from every wave that crushed down on me turning me away, further and further away from land there are no sunny skies or palm trees im the one that sends little seashells in bottles hoping that you realize one day that im lost Found! not yet i guess i mean im still floating here theres nowhere to go, ive disposed of the compass inside i dont need maps anymore, its all just a waste of time. but as many times as i can, ill gather seashells and hope that you find me one day.. dead in the sand flawsstitchedwithgoodintentions:
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