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There was a little thought in my head
A tiny idea with outlines undefined
But it wasn’t long before its roots spread
And it crawled in every corner of my mind.
It whispered things that I pretended not to hear
Then it made a mess of my already deluded brain
And led my actions as a skilled puppeteer
With thin threads stronger than an iron chain.
Soon it showed itself in its whole beautiful bipolarity
I dug my nails deep into my lips to chase it away
But after a few seconds gone would be the painful clarity
I’d lure it back, staring at the lines and observe their play.
It’s the thought that sings soft lullabies until the dreams come
And you continue to haunt me even when I’m asleep
So when I wake up my heart plays like a drum
Nothing I do seems to scare this confusion so deep.
I both hate and love the power you have over me
I’m terrified of the feeling I’m getting, that I am incomplete
I feel as if I need a mind wipe to once again be free
But then I would loose those moments of torture so sweet.
There's a thought in my head
It shall forever be left unsaid.
A tiny idea with outlines undefined
But it wasn’t long before its roots spread
And it crawled in every corner of my mind.
It whispered things that I pretended not to hear
Then it made a mess of my already deluded brain
And led my actions as a skilled puppeteer
With thin threads stronger than an iron chain.
Soon it showed itself in its whole beautiful bipolarity
I dug my nails deep into my lips to chase it away
But after a few seconds gone would be the painful clarity
I’d lure it back, staring at the lines and observe their play.
It’s the thought that sings soft lullabies until the dreams come
And you continue to haunt me even when I’m asleep
So when I wake up my heart plays like a drum
Nothing I do seems to scare this confusion so deep.
I both hate and love the power you have over me
I’m terrified of the feeling I’m getting, that I am incomplete
I feel as if I need a mind wipe to once again be free
But then I would loose those moments of torture so sweet.
There's a thought in my head
It shall forever be left unsaid.
Literature
A Proud Big Sister in a Little World of Happiness
I was so proud of my title
of my wonderful right
to care for you,
I let my love drown my doubt
as I looked upon you
and promised you
a little world of happiness
Just for you and me.
I promised
to carry you someplace
where we could always
be happy together
and where I could protect
and hide you away from
from all those petty pains
that you'd never deserved,
I promised to be your hero
who'd protect your happiness
and hide you away from fear,
because I was your big sister
who'd always be there for you.
A happy big sister
before a family who looked
beautiful when he smiled.
But however slowly
I felt the pain
and the fear
I'd promised to prot
Literature
Pros and Cons
1. I am not writing a list of things that will make me hate you, as you supposed, but more a list that would help me move on. I always hated how you were very practical that way, even about emotional distress. I am not writing about the trouble with you being your incorrigible logic, your lack of tact.
2. I am not writing this because I have a habit of doing what you say, and perhaps, just maybe this would give me closure.
3. I am not going to write about how beautiful your mouth is, and how it seems like something that would have been kisses by an angel.
4. I am not going to write about how your voice tremors when you speak of loneliness.
Literature
Lie to Me
There are those who stare into the water's edge.
Gleaming eyes fixed upon their reflections.
I am beautiful! they say to themselves,
And all of you must accept that as true!
To say otherwise would be a social suicide.
Their friends will defend them to the bitterest end.
In a circle of illusions cast by the group,
You are forced to accept this person as 'pretty'.
Sorry...
To me you are not beautiful, you are simply lazy.
You have done nothing for yourself,
And now you wish me to accept you?
Sorry...
But I must tell you the truth.
And though that truth may wound you,
I believe it is for the best:
Because girl, dayum! You just lo
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Thoughts and dreams can be pleasant or tortuous. In the future, only pleasant for the meek