This girl and I looked nothing alike. Her face freckled, auburn hair askew, and a casual stance with feet planted wide as if ready to sprint in either direction should the need arise.
Feeling lost is often the result of that undeniable resentment to missed shots or failed attempts.
I wish to be that beauty you speak of- angelic yet demure, which I am not. The mirror shows me less than your eyes see
Every now and then, we will definitely mess up and pick the wrong decision. Life is all about choices.
I'm here, always here, and he's there, staring,always glaring, forever daring me to move.But no, no, no, I won't, I cannot.. I have neither
That despite all the struggles and failures, the criticisms, the eyebrow-raising, eye-rolling, and all the name-calling, I choose to be happy. And that’s what matters.
I still hear the silence of my heartbeat and unspoken loneliness which still cages me in dark isolation
Do not bother yourself with all those shade thrown at you. Pity the ones who never actually move since the day you left. Stop giving them the satisfaction of seeing you stoop down their level.
My eyes are now clear I'm blind to the truth no more I've got nothing else to fear You'll never guess what I've got in store
I left my heart where other roads lead to majestic caves where I first heard of shamans and unicorns yet I've never seen one; only felt them
What goes around comes around not just karma
I woke up to your absence, the quietness of the room, the void in our little space, the uncommon timidity in my pace.