Saturday, October 24, 2015
Sunday, October 4, 2015
Best And Last Lines Of All My Love Poems
Love is just a myth, and dreams are only dreams, but I believe in Cupid and my fears are tangled up in the dream catcher above my bed.
Your fatal flaw was always me.
(I don't live in a hotel) you're not a bellhop and you don't need my baggage to carry.
I'm failing chemistry, but
I'm not failing your chemistry.
I'M IN SPANISH CLASS
THINKING ABOUT HOW I CAN
LOVE YOU IN TWO DIFFERENT LANGUAGES.
when i kiss him i can feel the color spectrum.
when i kiss him i can feel the hum of a symphony.
I have yet to write a proper and perfect paragraph about love because love is neither proper nor perfect.
....when you find your direction you'll find your other half and learn that two halves make a whole to fill the whole in your heart and according to anatomy the heart is suppose to have holes or rather valves so meeting .5 will cause respiratory problems and cardiac irregularities
our bodies intertwine like headphones in a pocket.
How could i forget that the automatic sprinklers were set for 3:30 every Tuesday.
BECAUSE MY HEART WAS
A MICROPHONE, BUT HE UNPLUGGED
THE SPEAKER.
i guess he just liked me too much
i know your game,
we are one in the same,
each move you make is purposeful.
love cannot exist if we do not trust each other.
I LOVE YOU.
Robots don't have emotions
I AM NOT A ROBOT BECAUSE ROBOTS DON'T HAVE EMOTIONS
ANGER
ANGER
- scream
- cry
- lash out and break things
- say things I don't mean
- run 6 miles
- write last lines that hit hard
- don't apologize when I should
- subtweet
- forget to eat
LOVE
- scream
- cry
- wear waterproof mascara
- don't go to school
- distance myself
- pout
- take long baths
- apologize too much
- listen to only instrumental music
- scream
- cry
- write strictly love poems
- romantically sigh
- heart eyes emoji
- constantly talk about 'him'
- #bodyposi
- crave kisses and cuddles
HAPPINESS
- scream
- cry
- panic
- talk to myself
- buy pepper spray and a stun gun
- shake and tremble
- scream
- cry
- smile till my face hurts
- 'happy dance'
- press flowers
- do things because I want to not because I have to
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