Can't BreathYou put so much weight on my shoulders,You expect me to carry it everywhere, to be strong enough.You yell, you scream, you curse and throw things.And then you're shocked when I break down in front of you.When I collapse to my knees, sobbing so hard I can't breath.You make it so that I can't breath.It's suffocating, it really is, and then you have the gull to be shocked when I tell you how I feel.It's like you don't even care.Oh wait, now I remember, you don't care.
ForgivingWhen I heard you say those words,My world became nothing but a blur.My food was tasteless,My life aimless.My heart was cold and like stone,I was just like a clone.Without you,What was I to do?To live in pain,Oh, just what would I gain?The light was gone,From dusk to dawn.But I'm starting to break from these bounds,My screams for help finally being heard as I'm pounded by the pain.I am forgiving,But I won't be forgetting.
It's Not Me Whose Ruining Our FriendshipYou complain that we don't hang anymore,That we're growing father apart.You act as if it's my fault,When I'm not the one sitting at a different table.Our friendship fading,My happiness crumbling.And for what?A man, a boy who you like,A boy who doesn't like me.Choose my friend,And choose soon.Or you'll find yourself best friendless,With nothing but a man who won't be around for forever, unlike me.
Lips Like PoisonMy lips a beautiful red,My sharp nails a dark black color.The dress I wear,strapless and tight against my body.The poison that has always stained my lips,My tongue silver as the ore as I speak.Oh, what's the matter honey,Lonely?The night is still young, and my poison is still fresh,Just come closer and steal a kiss.I know you want to.You want to feel powerful, above everyone else.Everyone does, don't be ashamed.We're the same, you and I, with your dark as night hair and venomous gold pupils.We'd make a good team,I say with my silver tongue.And with your bronze mind you reply,And you trust me.What a mistake, good sir.But before we say goodbye....Come over here,I don't bite.But my kisses do.
VenomThe light of my dawn,My moon at night.The good morning texts you send are my alarm,And the good night texts are my sleeping pills.More gorgeous then everyone I've ever met,That is what you are, my love.My antidote,My poison.My Venom.
TryingTrying To Make ItTrying to make it,so that nothing is there.Trying to be, but not-be,breathe, not think,think void, see,nothing, where there is tree,but still see tree,tree to be void,and Mind, nothing, there,is hard.Trying to see, cannot see thattrying to be nothingis nowhere. Light stares,tree sings,but in the word, work, being there,before the task, entire,and watching, till something,not the self, creates, is there,where nothing is there,in tree, mind, air.
was like a nightmare I feel that my world was invade- by strangers who make me feel naked ! I run to the corner and i close my eyes- with hope that this nightmare will pass... Heavy body ,like is not mine- so hard to arrive to the door... So heavy ,so tired to lift myself from the floor- ciment my steps...I FEEL LIKE i'm in" hold"-like someone push me in an old vitrine and i'm for sold...
SHE... All are looking after her...the way she walk, like a feline, so much charm, And so much magic... BUT the sad part , her life in so many ways ,so many years, Was so tragic... To tell you HER story is like to write a milion page of tears that Day and nights, this magic woman - fill her years. She never slept- no day ,
Consent for DissentGet Consent for Complimentsyour intent was to go in melike a camper tent with yourcontinued content in contemptof oppressors and the likeGet Consent for Commentsit's nothing but harassmentmeant for playful resentof other's sense of sentimentmuch to the detrimentof those who still lamentGet Consent for Dissentthere's no argumentto have on feministrhetoric so can itand believe the lieI got consent for complimentsbecause you want to rape meand beg me to make mea sandwich in the kitchenthat's ignorant towards womenI got consent for commentsblock the feed for the bettermentof glorious content in hell bentlack of fervent argumentswhat a lovely penchantI got consent for dissentI resent the notion of a means to a endeverything is misogynisticand when I want it I'll get itnot because I earned it
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