Posts
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Tell Me That I'm Beautiful
Tell me that I’m beautiful without telling me
Tell me that
I make you smile
Tell me that
I’m smart
Tell me that
I make your day
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Kid Or Adult
We're only kids
But we need to be
As mature as adults
We're little kids
It's not safe
But we're basically an adult
So we can have adult responsibilities
We can't stay up with friends
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Panic Attacks
I thought I had gotten better
Thought I had everything under control
I have everything under control
Right?
I thought they were gone
But they're right there
Sitting behind me
Breathing into my ear
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Her Hope
She’s little
Not even 8
But she has hope
Hope that shines
Through her blue eyes
Hope that dances
Across her face
Just like how she
Dances in the rain
Listening to Taylor Swift
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Why do I care
This is just kind of random bits of information in unedited paragraphs.
Why do I care?
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I Love Lemonade
You tiptoe around
Your feelings
Keep them in a bag
With a zipper
And zip them up
You say you're like lemonade
You can be sweet
But you can be sour
And people told you
Loves
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Anymore
I don't know you anymore.
I learned this
Today.
Gone is the silly boy
As tall as I was
That purple beanie obsession
We all shared -
Tank tops in summer, Crocs all year round,
Not anymore.
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infinitely halfway
I want to grow up but I don’t.
But I do
but I don’t.
But lucky for me I don’t have to make that decision.
I’m forced to grow up whether I like it or not.
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A Girl Can Dream
When I saw you
No, not when I
saw you
But when I
saw you.
That was when I knew that there was something among me that needed you
always
to be
near me
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Little Musicians
The beginners of the beat,
Just learning the ropes,
Figuring out their instruments -
They come in,
Wide-eyed,
And regard the older kids
With awe.
I love to be looked at this way
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tired perfection
The lies are ready on your lips, practiced, you done this a thousand times, but you falter. You falter and shatter the illusion of truth.
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Dew-drop
In a dew-drop, a little world exists
A place turned blue and silver by the light
That lingers well beyond the morning mist.
In a dew-drop, a little world exists