That pretty blue dress
That you wore so well
But you had to just make a mess
All I have left is that tiny bell
It all started so long ago
Back in the days when we where only young
Do you remember that lonely crow
And that beautiful song left unsung
You stop everything at that second
I tried to keep playing with you
But that lonely bird beckoned
It took over you like some strange flu
I waited standing by your side
I brought you a blanket in the cold night
I stood by you and tried not to cry
I even took that cold lie of I'm alright
The next day I brought you food
Because you didn't want to miss the song promised in it'
That pretty blue dress
That you wore so well
But you had to just make a mess
All I have left is that tiny bell
It all started so long ago
Back in the days when we where only young
Do you remember that lonely crow
And that beautiful song left unsung
You stop everything at that second
I tried to keep playing with you
But that lonely bird beckoned
It took over you like some strange flu
I waited standing by your side
I brought you a blanket in the cold night
I stood by you and tried not to cry
I even took that cold lie of I'm alright
The next day I brought you food
Because you didn't want to miss the song promised in it'
The Difference in Reality by losingmyfaith, literature
Literature
The Difference in Reality
Reality is
as reality does.
Who is to say reality is the same
or different
or anything but completely subjective and random.
I made you
built you up to be something majestic
someone worth loving.
So when you turned out to be something I hadn't thought you to be
I crashed
and realized what I perceived to be true
was only a figment of my overactive
desperate imagination
and now I miss someone who had never existed.
Perhaps being human means we will always let ourselves down more than others ever could.
Perhaps it means our personal realities will always lead to disappointment.
we attempt to hide behind pretty words
and cover up with simple stories
but it's hardly seen
that someone say the truth
letting it flow out strong
a river that carries a truth yet accepted
the thing is,
two simple words;
same love
has given to others such a harmful scene
hatred has spread
riots were thrown
and relationships torn
but why?
nothing changed
people are the same
after all
we're human...
we share emotions,
the feeling of shy love
that blossoms into something more
and moments,
that lingering hug
and the first goodnight kiss
and memories,
heartaches and pains
and mistakes we've made
yet many stand and say
"Phase"
yet I'm in love with
Open the gate
But enter at risk
If you lose
Then you won't be able to quit
Do not stray
You will get lost
If you do
Then you won't find the way
Open the gate
But enter at risk
I got lost
And now I wish I could quit
I'm not a perfect person
There's so many things I wish I didn't do
But I'm always learning
I don't know why I did those things before
So I want to say to you right now
That I just need you to hear
I found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
And the reason is you
I never want to leave you
You're something I could never bear to lose
For that now I'll try my hardest
So I can always stay with you
And be the one who wipes and dries your tears
So I need you to hear
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
And the reason is you
The reason is you
It'll alwa
This feeling isn't normal
My heart beats so fast it may push its way through the rib cage; the skin
I can't express the way you make me feel
Shattered glass rips through my heart
The feeling of your touch ever so lightly against my skin sends chills down my spine
I couldn't imagine life without you
I'm nothing without you
I am speechless when you're around
It's not normal
I'm insane
I can't sleep at night with your face in my thoughts
I toss and turn all night needing your presence
Even if the only thing I can feel is pain, it's better than feeling nothing at all
I couldn't imagine life without you
I'm nothing without you
My lo
Monsters Under Our Beds by losingmyfaith, literature
Literature
Monsters Under Our Beds
I said goodbye to the monsters living under my bed
long before you could even admit you had any.
Denial is/was/will always be your best friend
because it's easier to pretend something isn't there
than face those demons sitting on your shoulders
suffocating you under the weight of our failing humanity.
But you can't hide forever
and when you finally open your eyes to all you have been rejecting
I fear all the disappointment and fear
will crush you
collapse your lungs and keep you from breathing
throw you into a permanent state of shock;
it will be something you will never
recover from
something that will tear you apart co