I Have Always Loved Winter by orphicfiddler, literature
Literature
I Have Always Loved Winter
I have always loved winter
With its caressing touch of icy-bright fingers
That stroke past my flesh with a tingle that lingers
A crystalline splinter
I have always loved winter
She was constantly cold
Her skin was of porcelain, her hands were of snow
And timidly soft into my hands theyd go
But her lips were more bold
She was constantly cold
Like embers her kisses
That latched onto mine like a coal hotly dropping
Down fast onto ice sheets without sign of stopping
And sputters and hisses
Like embers her kisses
But I liked the cold best
That bit of her most like a clear, frozen shard
And it pleased me to see her grow palli
You Left Me Stronger:
Hey there, it's been awhile, do you remember me?
I guess you might not, since I wasn't very important to you.
You know, I spent so many days thinking about - what I did wrong
I questioned if maybe, I was at fault or if I was screwed up.
I thought a lot about the things you said...
The things that were my fault, my problems.
I took them to heart at first, but then I realised you were wrong.
I realised that you are selfish and ugly on the inside.
On the surface you pretended to care, but like a cancer;
You amputate someone the moment you think they've gone bad.
You hide from the rigours of life and only emerge l
I'd Be Pretty If I'd Just... by NerdyAssassin94, literature
Literature
I'd Be Pretty If I'd Just...
I'd be pretty if I'd just smile
If I'd cut my hair a certain way
And cover myself up in that chemical crap you call make-up
But did you ever think that just maybe...
I don't wanna be pretty
That I just wanna be me
Who cares if no one ever calls me beautiful
Who cares if I'm never asked to dance
Hell I don't even know how to dance anyway
I don't care how the world sees me
I only care how I see me
And I think there's nothing wrong with the girl in the mirror
Sure she doesn't smile much but that's cause she's going through hell
Her face may look plain without any make-up
But that's just the way I like it
An old pair
Moon sliver arms raised
to the eventide sky,
hysteria dripping like wine
like a prayer, slipping —
hallowed lips no longer, and
the weight of every loss
and ticking clocks
cracking dappled ground.
The reason why I love you by Highspead, literature
Literature
The reason why I love you
I like your smile
I like your vibe
I like the way your such a star
The way we playd
The way we faught
It keeps us strong
The reason why I care
The reason why I love you
I love you is you
I like the way
We misbehave
when we get wasted
The way you steal my snacks
The way you disagree with me
Is the reason why I love you
I love you becouse you been there
Been there for my darkest hour
And been for my lightest sober
Woken me up after a night long party
The reason why I love you is the all the things we been thrue
The night is quiet, dark, and cold.
The night is not judgemental on circumstance, only on soul.
The night loves all, yet it wants us to stay hidden during its time upon earth.
Why do we pretend to care?
If I died today, I would just be
someone you just met,
Iʻm merely an unimportant face in your crowd
an acquaintance, one of many
don't look at me with eyes that say you understand
in fact why don't you take your patronizing stares
across the field, away from me?
I donʻt care about you
I hear what you say
"Oh her. that sewer skank."
Iʻve seen the truths behind your lies
the fears behind your eyes
Iʻm sick of pretending to know you
because you pretend to know me
I don't know where youʻve been
and you don't know what Iʻve done
So why do you continue to pretend
stop tryin