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I love myself for all the things I
didn’t excel in
I love those parts of me because it’s okay to not to be good at some things
it’s okay to “fail...
This is what I remember from that rigid glance that put me in a trance. The shriek of Autumn's breeze. The roar of a thousand trees. But what is this that I miss about you so much. The tenderness of your kiss. The softness of your touch. So it seems so swift you move where street lights beam. You want more... so you search. Going out of my way hazardously, just to get you next to me... yet you run away from me like I am your enemy! Standing on my head. Dashing through the fire at the growl of a ...
Never been to jail
So why do I feel like a criminal?
Wondering why the pain controls me like it’s subliminal.
It crushes me way beyond critical.
Psychology major and I feel crazy maybe I should go int...
I love deeper than deep
I move quicker than fast.
I set my goals on my future, and
I'm not held back by my past.
Grew up with a mentality of if you’re not first
Now I learned the feeling ...
I am but a blighted tear, Flung from the sky, Rain, To fall to the ground, Absorbed, So no one can see my pain An instant, A Minute in time, A day, A day to remember, To contemplate, To see, To hear, ...
Try and figure out a time where water doesn’t win
I recommend you figure out what makes the wild woman’s soul sing I hope you figure out how you take your coffee and how you prefer your wine Maybe one day you’ll sit by the sea and contemplate how to figure out our polluted sky’s
which will naturally help you figure out your polluted mind
On the days where you can’t seem to figure out how you’ve made it this far and how exactly you’re going to make it any further
maybe it’s as simple as figuring ...
sometimes I’d get lost in your brown eyes.
I’d see white lies.
It took me two and a half years to rid myself of you. It’ll take me seven years to renew.
Seven years before my body is untainted by you....
I can’t help that I saw the universe in you
I can’t help that I spoke you into my future only to be placed in your past
I can’t help that I knew your potential
& tried to get you to see it too.
I fling my arms wide
With a smile and a tear,
Then feel a belonging
That’s rare around here,
Your hand holds mine
But somehow I feel free,
I yearned for a friend
That is Black like me…
I feel my heart...