I could just be some hipster wanna be but instead you called me a “manic pixie dream girl” some two dimensional literary trope. It was sweet at first how you liked me the moment you saw me though that should’ve been a red flag. You said the moment you saw me and not the moment …
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Pretty my heart stops Pretty my heart hurts I could stare at you forever Because I can see a lifetime in your eyes Your shy smile may say you’re not ready But I know how to wait I die a little inside when you look away With your back turned I feel the seconds pass …
she was once a star until she can no longer shine she was burned out she is now darkness empty and trying to find fulfillment but even light couldn’t pass through she walks on glitter hoping she’d sparkle once more but she’s too broken while he was wonderful simply amazing and innocent he fell in …
The city is shining for us And even the rain can’t wash away the colors Our footprints made as we walked through these mosaic streets Bumping into rushing brush strokes Following intricate patterns Avoiding the lines constraining us Our eyes blinded by a museum with neon lights and signs Where statues turn away when they …
Dear Juliet