ever you ever been smitten?
And then, perhaps, in a fragile, fleeting sigh, she may call me with heart that's lost it's sky
It took me a long time to realize that not everything in life is meant to be a beautiful story. Not every per- son we feel something deep and moving with is meant to make a home within us, is meant to be a forever. Sometimes, people come into our lives to teach us how to love; and sometimes, people come into our lives to teach us how not to love. How not to settle, how not to shrink ourselves ever again. Yes, sometimes people leave-but that's okay, because their lessons always stay, and that is what matters. That is what remains.
thats the thing about pain it demands to be felt
Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm
I was ashamed of myself when I realised life was a costume party and I attended with my real face.
I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness
She had waited all her life for something, and it had killed her when it found her
what and how much had I lost by trying to do only what was expected of me instead of what I myself had wished to do
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
The past whisper secret to the present
The truth, once spoken, can never be silenced
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain
In the theater of life, I wear a mask of joy, concealing the turmoil that lies within
I dread the warmth of those I abandoned for your sake.
My heart has weathered storms that have wintered my youth.
Sometimes blissful unawareness Shields us from life's bitter truths
You are as enchanting as a mythical nymph, captivating my heart
I'm closed up ready to burst.
Every freakish thought tingles inside me.
My feelings want to escape but they live in silence.
They can't find a way to morph into words,
Words that make people understand,
Words to make people feel.
Please,
Step inside my head for a moment,
Take a walk with my crazy thoughts,
Let them explain to you what it feels like.
Come,
Hold hands with my monsters.
I'm surrounded by people who say they care,
But when I really need them, they suddenly aren't there.
I feel so empty sitting in a dark room all alone.
I can't even imaging ever calling this place I see a home.
People say they understand, but I know that's a lie,
For if they did, they would know what it's like to emotionally die.
So I deal with this pain every day,
Hoping in the near future everything will turn out ok
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