It’s sad that you have to endure
The same shit that I did
Remarks about your skin colour hurt
Especially when you’re a kid
Just know that you’re amazing
As you’re growing day by day
You’ll always be the better person
No matter what they say
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
It’s sad that you have to endure
The same shit that I did
Remarks about your skin colour hurt
Especially when you’re a kid
Just know that you’re amazing
As you’re growing day by day
You’ll always be the better person
No matter what they say
You might be pretty
On the outside
But you’re sure as shit
Ugly within
If only your
Personality
Was as radient
As your skin
Time is running out
She said
Remember we’re on the clock
I wish you’d just stop checking
He said
And focus on my… shoulder
Sometimes I wish I’d said yes
All those years ago
Perhaps if I had
It might well have gone bad
But at least now we’d know
‘Bite my lip and close my eyes,
Take me away to paradise…’
“Books cannot be killed by fire.
People die, but books never die. No man and no force can put thought in a concentration camp forever.
No man and no force can take from the world the books that embody man’s eternal fight against tyranny.
In this war, we know, books are weapons.”
– Franklin D. Roosevelt
Sitting alone
The world disjointed
I sip my coffee
Disappointed
The world didn’t stop
But I did
You all carried on
While I went and hid
If all I had to do
Was tolerate you
Then really
You should’ve just asked
It was when I thought
You wanted more
That I totally
Fucking cracked
If you can’t win
Don’t lose
What if your best
Isn’t good enough
What if things
Shouldn’t be this tough
Maybe it’s OK
That I want more
And I deserve
What I’m asking for
We were friends
Before we were lovers
And that’s what I miss
The most
They say after a while
It stops hurting
Yet thirty one months later
I’m still in pain
If anything it feels
Like I’m reverting
Back to those dark old days
Again
Life goes on
Day after day
I just wish it didn’t
Have to be this way
Xxx
You can run
But you can’t hide
For I will never
Be defied
‘Oh, why can’t we talk again…’
I can explain
He said
If you want to hear it
I don’t have time
She said
For anymore bullshit
‘I’ve been locked inside your heart shaped box for weeks…’
‘In the twist of separation
You excelled at being free’
‘You teach me now how cruel you’ve been – cruel and false! Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they’ll blight you – they’ll damn you. You loved me – then what right had you to leave me? What right – answer me – for the poor fancy you felt for Linton?
Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have not broken your heart – you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me, that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you – oh, God! would you like to live with your soul in the grave?’
– Emily Brontë
So it seems I have
A second chance
Another shot
At potential romance
Problem is
Where to start
How do I open
This Stygian heart
You can tell me all you want
That you can hear him
But I’ll never believe it’s true
For if he was talking to anyone
From the ‘other side’
Then it would be me, not you
Xxx
What happens when the music stops
She said
Do we have to go home?
Wherever you end up going
He said
You won’t be going alone