It's not a good day today..
I start the day with morning tears..
I seek to find the answers..the comfort in the sky..
But to all in vain,
I'm used to lifting weights..
It's my weight to be lifted and not for others to share..
Why burden more when you can lift those weights?
Life's not easy,
I'm just starting..
You want me to be someone I'm not..
"I told you so.." you said..
Can't you see..
I'm just so different..a retard maybe..
I just want to be me..
a typical average girl..with a smile all plastered..
Nothing like the "hey..look at her.." I really hate that SHIT!
The life of the party kind..that's just not me..
I'm trying to be me..Just me with a smile...
A kid who laughs at baby jokes..I never want to grow..
It's all in the heart...who says I can't be wiser..It's all just
your perception..I'm nothing like your angels..Smart and beautiful..
the life of the party..the spotlight on them..I'm sorry to have
disappoint you..I know I'm good for nothing..I can't do much..But
I'll try to be you..if it makes you happy..
Shattered dreams in life and love..
Broken pieces of shattered glass..
I can't really be bothered at this point..
Whatever makes you happy..
I'm really tired..
Fighting battles and losing wars..
I can't be me..
'Cause you adore me in you.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
a dollar
clouds of silver and grey drops a dollar in the sea of bliss.a little tap on the bed of silk..
She walks with the orange floral dangling sequins top,the flashy white pants and strawberries with that little 5strings. A little black book,broken into pieces,plastered with little smiley faces,floral edibles with sweetness like honey.An un-broken script of illusion.
She walks with the orange floral dangling sequins top,the flashy white pants and strawberries with that little 5strings. A little black book,broken into pieces,plastered with little smiley faces,floral edibles with sweetness like honey.An un-broken script of illusion.
undeniably true
it started with the falling of a star on to the sand field,a little bag with five gentle strings..look into the hands..it's all in your hands. Those story of the blue and black clouds falling onto the snowy land, it lasts a week or two..maybe more..bt it remains tatooed in the strawberries. broken pieces of misconception.
MIS-Perception, not the word..just the meaning
It's all in the hands,
not just yet..
Simple but..too simple..it's all so complex now.
The dark clouds come and over the clouds
rain pours..cloud embraces the rain..with the new orange top and white pants
she walks in..the sudden sun..it all seems so clear now..
Reflecting on the dangling sequins on her top to the hands..the bright clouds appear..
it's a rainbow..Nature's perfection.
not just yet..
Simple but..too simple..it's all so complex now.
The dark clouds come and over the clouds
rain pours..cloud embraces the rain..with the new orange top and white pants
she walks in..the sudden sun..it all seems so clear now..
Reflecting on the dangling sequins on her top to the hands..the bright clouds appear..
it's a rainbow..Nature's perfection.
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