the ugly writers

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this world is graceless and a bit mediocre. this world is heartless and as are the people who inhabit it.

Meet Me

You told me of your dreams And I told you everything About joy and hurt and love gone dim You only smiled and pulled me near I still love that you were the one Who could chase away my fear
the ugly writers

Stay

Why do I feel so emotionally invested when I see or hear your name. Why does sadness creep into me whenever I think of you. Why does happiness seep through me each time your face appears on my memory.
the ugly writers

Translucent

You made me understand that a broken heart can heal in a million ways. You taught me that pain can be a crayon to much happier days. And for the aches and bleedings, you gifted me, I owe you my betterment
the ugly writers

Adieu

"Change is the only thing in this world that is constant," they say. For me, it's human nature, or our nature, to outgrew on things that we used to love—of course, barbie dolls.
Talking Walls

Talking Walls

If walls could talk they would be a point of reference to recount the true story of every human tragedy and joy. If walls could talk, they would show more sympathy and understanding because they can listen for a lifetime without leaving.