You know, I’m just so tired. Tired of people telling each other what to do. Especially, when it comes to life. Stop telling me what kind of job I should get,
By Namelessken5 years ago in Poets
In elementary school We are taught to write to share to behave In middle school We are taught to grow up to know ourselves
Why is everyone so worried about how many friends they have? It’s so hard to find true friendships in our generation. Everyone just cares about numbers, how they look and the way they dress.
I love capturing a moment in time. A photo acting like a return ticket to the past. I love the feeling of looking through albums and
I thought of you today. How I wish I could hold your hand and whisper in your ear my love for you. I thought of you yesterday.
I miss you. I miss you, when you're not here. I'm afraid one day that you might disappear. I see you. I see you everywhere.
What Do I Like? Who Am I? What Do I Do? I like to be quiet, listen to my thoughts. wondering and heart are always in knots.
She isn’t for everyone. People see her as weird or strange. She goes unnoticed by many. For some, she is intimidating.
Forgive me, For I, have never known this feeling. This hopeless connection with another’s soul. This fear of handing my heart over for someone to eventually break.
She’s different. She looks deeper into things. Maybe that’s why no one gets her. She acts more mature than anyone her age.