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Dear you You probably don't know I wrote about you yesterday and the day before that. But my favorite part was when you made me tea and it tasted like home.I drank all of it because that is what normal people do,but when I took your cup to the dishwasher I saw you left a lil bit of tea in it, just like I normally would and i felt even more at home. Today when you were siting next to me I was cutting out the word home from my paper and it seems like you have been a round a lot when the word 'home' is used but I guess that's one of the building blocks to start building a home, is someone who's going to be around. I woke up this morning with a

You probably wont even be mine. And that's okay. I just need someone that will be my muse for this time because i cannot get through this without someone inspiring me to write. And i'm not fine with not writing. My life is so terrible right now, i do not want to write from the dark place my emotions grow, but instead i want to write about how you make me feel. You make me write beautiful hearts across my page.Across my laptops face. Across your beautiful eye brows. Today when I walked in the room, your face was facing down and I saw your beautiful eyebrows, your beautiful face and i just want to ask you so many questions. Like.... Tell me

From the first kiss, I'll never stop... I'll kiss flowers all over your face. Streams of living water.  He will water those flowers and give you new color. No longer white or brown, but a heavenly color. Our souls will be made of the same things; they will be knit together and He will be our God. Rejoicing over us. Our becoming one will glorify Him.

I want to write poems about moments and life. I want to write poems about how i feel and what i said I want to write because i don't want to forget what was good. Some things you remember without writing them down. Like that day you dropped me off at university and looked so proud. Me vibrant, beautiful, half naive. If i knew how naive i still was i would've remembered how much i had to give or to loose. But i don't want to write poems about that. About being in hospital on life support Supporting friends in abortions clinics About heartbreaks that broke more than the virginal skin. I want to document my experiences, my moments So i don't

Dear You This is a letter to you, a letter where I’m not afraid to say what I feel , because I’m afraid that maybe you will die tomorrow, or  that I should be grateful because at least I have a someone who loves me. As I sit in my room, the silence is too loud. I want to run away to a place where nothing mattered. Where I still believed in my future, where you were proud of me, where I was still ignorant to life, believed that hard work pays of and popping pills meant eating sweets. I want to believe that I’m everything the people say I am, everything I made them believe. But I’m stuck and I realize that I’m si

I find myself writing you this letter because it is things I wouldn't want to tell you. For the first time my stars align with my wishes and I think my heart is about to shoot But the thing with shooting is; it ends in  explosion and little pieces. A beautiful distraction. That is violence my friend Wisdom do not approve of. I've grown to listen to her because she has some understanding of deep secrets about life. So, instead of wishing on a shooting star, I  prayed instead. I made my list to God: Things I require in a man. God is a good listener, or the devil is a good copycat. Any way, you are here and  I pray that you'll stay. Parce q

her name is my sister and i do not know how to relate before it is too late nights with bottles and cigarettes regrets in front of my review mirror back to my reflection in her eyes her eyes are precious to me. what if the people in my head don't exist? what would become of my happiness? she waited for someone to call, to know but no one came. lonely people can make the most beautiful movies, because they know how to bring out the right moments. i watched you break yourself into pieces trying to love me love was never about looks. never was the definition about looks it's about characteristics and facts I were gonna go to the bathroom

I wish you could look into my eyes and see past all the dark brown circles to the light. I wish you looked so hard till you find me. and when you find me,i wish you like what you see and lead me out like i use to gain homeless cats trust with leading them out with food So i could love them So I could make life better for them So they could have someone to trust and most of all for me. I wish you could be interested in me like that. That you want to know me intentionally Cause I want to know you intentionally You make me nervous When you speak to me i wish you would stop speaking because I cannot look at you and speak to you at the same tim

Dear you You probably don't know I wrote about you yesterday and the day before that. But my favorite part was when you made me tea and it tasted like home.I drank all of it because that is what normal people do,but when I took your cup to the dishwasher I saw you left a little bit of tea in it, just like I normally would and i felt even more at home. Today when you were siting next to me I was cutting out the word home from my paper and it seems like you have been a round a lot when the word 'home' is used but I guess that's one of the building blocks to start building a home, is someone who's going to be around. I woke up this morning wit