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Sie Liebt MichA thought, once thought, can never be taken back. Thoughts like these never should be taken back. It's a calm realisation, that catches you unawares.Sie Liebt Mich
Ever So Slowly.
As it hits you, your mind shatters, right into a thousand glorious colours and thoughts. "How could I be so blind?" "Why didn't I see it?"
Everything that ever went wrong eclipsed by a single realisation; I could fly with the birds and sing in tune with them, float among the
by ~Zenmaster13
Thoughts of a dinner party.Thoughts of a dinner party.
He sits thinking, wondering. His thoughts are filled with the phone conversation he just had, accusations filling the other end. The only reason he didn't blow up was because the other end of the phone was someone who was in the middle, and he would be shot for being the messenger.
As he packs his bag for this 1 day, 2 day, however many day trip he wants it to be, he realises he is not looking forwards to it. Sure, he will get to see the family again, and he will save more money than he thought he would, but his thoughts revolve around what he could be letting himself in for. He thinks of his girlfriend, how desperately he
by ~Zenmaster13
An Invitation to dine.Am i walking into a trap? Am i missing what's actually going to happen? Do i still have any threats i can use?An Invitation to dine.
Probably, Probably, Probably.
She's waiting to say something. I'm going to snap back at her. I'm going to leave.
by ~Zenmaster13
Promises, PromisesOne of the most beautiful gifts, besides being able to see you of course.Promises, Promises
It's not like i want to leave you, it's not like i reckon i ever could.
I've found my heart's home; I don't like demolishing houses.
This mind of mine is clumsy; Mis-spelt thoughts and intentions; Never quite saying what i want to.
I ask for a thousand forgivenesses, hardly deserving each. Things i wouldn't forgive myself for.
When doing the best with what we've got just can't be enough. The only thing i can do is promise that I'll always be with you.
by ~Zenmaster13
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A Baby's RoomHe flecks the paint off his brush at me in a joking matter. Drops of baby blue hit my cheek and shoulder, surely staining my shirt. Mats already covered in different colors are lying on the ground against the wall as I move the roller up above my head, stretching to reach as high as it’s supposed to go. He reaches over and takes it out of my hands, easily reaching it up to the point we marked with tape for the trimming. The cradle we picked out together is sitting on the other side of the room, by the window. I can’t believe we’ve gotten to this point so quickly. It seems like a dream that I’ve traveled through in a haze,A Baby's Room
by ~kittenmarie
InsecureUnconditional love that I don't deserve I've never quite figured out how it got placed in my life. He's so willing to give so much just to make me happy. And I can never do enough. Yes he screws up, sticks his foot in his mouth, is human. And I seem to take that and do it tenfold. So how did I end up with this? He could have so much better………Insecure
by ~kittenmarie
HypothesisGo to bed. Can’t sleep because you think too much.Hypothesis
Can’t think because you never get enough sleep. So here you are peeling the flaking paint from your fingernails
Counting all the reasons you can’t let this be real.
Numbering connections onetwo, threefour.
Wishing your nose would stop running and your head would stop spinning. Turn the lights off.
That’ll settle down the thoughts like children, subdued… In theory.
by ~brighterside22
Unless...The glow fades but the past gets brighterUnless...
Standing in blinding contrast to the darkening skies. It’s as if the dimming house lights summon
The haunting façades to dance across the stage.
And running can’t save you because you’re locked inside Calling on the dawn.
Yet whispering prayers for simple sunrise won’t absolve your sins As you toss again in a futile search for relaxation you realize the only time you’ll ever have is now.
This moment smothered in the imprisoned shadows
is your stunning epiphany.
Because running can&
by ~brighterside22
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someday everyone will look back and realize exactly how much they cared....
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~We're doing the best with what we've got.
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someday everyone will look back and realize exactly how much they cared....
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~We're doing the best with what we've got.
~Even if we're head over heels for each other.
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hmm?
oh.. why yes, yes i do like acting like a 5 year old.
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~We're doing the best with what we've got.
~Even if we're head over heels for each other.
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The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome...
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--Flawed_Work_Of_Art--
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome...
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--Flawed_Work_Of_Art--
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome...
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