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I feel like a writer
unable to speak
I feel like a fighter
but I am too weak
I feel like searching
for something I may never find
I feel like I'm lurching
leaving something behind
I feel like sleeping
but I'm an insomniac
I feel like weeping
but my emotions are out of wack
I feel like saying
I'm trying to find love
I feel like praying
that I'll find an angel from above
I feel like screaming
and telling you my secrets
I feel like dreaming
and pretending I have no regrets
I feel like crying
but I have to forgive
I feel like dying
but there's a reason to live
I feel like me
and I hope you can see
that I feel like you
really belong with me
unable to speak
I feel like a fighter
but I am too weak
I feel like searching
for something I may never find
I feel like I'm lurching
leaving something behind
I feel like sleeping
but I'm an insomniac
I feel like weeping
but my emotions are out of wack
I feel like saying
I'm trying to find love
I feel like praying
that I'll find an angel from above
I feel like screaming
and telling you my secrets
I feel like dreaming
and pretending I have no regrets
I feel like crying
but I have to forgive
I feel like dying
but there's a reason to live
I feel like me
and I hope you can see
that I feel like you
really belong with me
Literature
A Special Kind of You
You have a special kind of presence
Welcoming emerald leaves
All wrapped up in shimmering light
With dappled waters below
Singing tunes that vibrate off the mountains
And ring to the skies above
In areas of nothingness
You Shine
Literature
you asked me why i was
because i try to catch airplanes with my fingertips.
because i think if i reach high enough, i can grasp the clouds, and if i hold tight enough, i'd know it's enough to keep you here with me. and if i could reach far enough, i'd pluck the stars off the sky and string them through one of saturn's rings so i could tie them around your wrist. we can stay up all night, i'll lay beside you, playing with the flashing lights on your palm and secretly wish i was holding your hand.
because i dance, trip, fall, laugh, and repeat in meadows filled with faded stars and a powdery dust filled moon.
if i could jump high enough, i'd bring you with me and
Literature
He Loves Me Not
A rose sat on the table,
He promised it would never die,
And when it was worn and withered,
I did not cry.
It's not what I expected,
I knew the rose would not grow,
Into a lumbering, majestic tree,
That in the wind would flow.
The petals fell, one by one,
Browned under the burning sun,
Scattered across the table and chairs,
Worn and withered without a care.
And when the rose finally snapped,
I let out a deep sigh,
The weight of the world,
Broke its' neck,
But I did not cry.
I already knew what to think,
When I saw your face,
But I learned how not to speak,
When it wasn't my time or place.
I played your little game,
And w
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© 2011 - 2024 Al-Morning
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Oh my god Alex this is the sweetest thing...♥♥