5/15/19
You don’t deserve a letter. You don't deserve to know how you make me feel or how much I like you. I want to write you a letter but it will do me no good. Maybe one day I'll write what my heart is stopping me from confessing.
When they speak His heart becomes warm When they laugh He wishes they were more Everyday when they set the time
We are all tress within God’s gar… We are supposed to stand up tall f… Spread His Word across the land Do His will and not ours But just going out and preaching i…
'I care for you. You know I do. I love you so much And I don’t want to lose you. Please don’t be angry at me For I don’t mean to make you mad
You read stories filled with happy… To be honest I never believed the… Yet with you my mind has changed And I want to spend forever with… I lay awake at night
As a storm rages within my soul My mind screams out through it all Curiousity inscribes itself on my… As confusion wraps around me like… Our safety and very existence is o…
I sit in a giant room Surrounded by 99 people They are all going about Happy as can be Not really understanding
I can smell your fear. I can feel your fear. I can see your fear. I can hear your fear. —Sweat—
I have a poetry account on Instagram. I will start posting the poems I post there on here, but if you want to go ahead and follow my account go ahead and do so!:) The poems I write ther...
My feelings are abundant. All the wrong ones fill my heart. I tell you how I feel all the tim… Though there is nothing you can do… I tell you that I am trying to mo…
Do you think of me while I think… Or does my mind just fill with fan… If only I knew how you truly felt… Even if it hurts me I think I wan… Just so that I can get this over…
Drip Drop Crack Smack Tick
When I was a little girl I knew my mother Where were you when I needed you? When my mother was in pain? You were on the rode
I used to have Comfort Zone Where I knew I couldn’t fail; The same four walls of busy work Were really more like jail I longed so much to do the things
There is always a time When we feel like We are in a rump That we can’t get out And that we are lost
Nobody knows the truth Nobody knows the truth about you The story of how blue... How blue she made you. »«»«»«»«»«»«»«»«»«»«»«»«»«»«»