Beautifulxlie23• Show poetry

my story:
-it's simple:
>i'm young, foolish && childish. i've fallen again. i hate people. i feel pain. i scream sorrow. i am desperate. i think i can. but i know i can't. i am stripped of innoscence. i have a big heart. i make sacrifices. i admit nothing.<


(when you fall; the only thing you can do is pick yourself up, brush off the dust.. and try again)



GIRL
-i am the girl who sits in the back of the class with tears tearing up her eyes knowing that his days with me are numbered.

-i am the girl that sleeps with him night after night while he holds me closely protecting me ; watching me.

-i am the girl he has chosen to be his wife, & a mother.

-i am the girl that stands beside him through all the legal lies that are buried under the surface.

-i am the girl he's chosen to take care of his family while he is away.

-i am the girl that unknownly he's hurt., but it wasn't his choice.

-i am the girl that is stupid for falling in love with him.

**i am the girl who will stand beside an innocent man even though he has chosen to be guilty.**





i swear to god i'll find myself in the end.
[in the end...]




someone once said [lost] is finding something you didn't know was [ever] there.....


caNdi crAzy


she still has marks on her tongue from all the words she never said.....

IN THE ARMS OF AN ANGEL- SARAH MCLACHLAN
spend all your time waiting. for that second chance.
for a break that would make it okay.
there's always some reason to feel not good enough.
and it's hard at the end of the day.
i need some distractions. oh beautiful release.
memories seep from my veins.
they may be empty and weightless. and maybe
i'll find some peace tonight.
in the arms of an angel. fly away from here.
from this dark cold hotel room.
and the endlessness that you fear.
you are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of an Angel;
may you find some comfort here.

so tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting,
you keep on building the lies
that you make up for all that you lack
it don't make no difference, escaping one last time
it's easier to believe
in this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
that brings me to my knees

in the arms of an Angel, far away from here
from this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here