"Broken trust and broken hearts.
Somehow the truth comes up missing,
sweet little lies in this
cold hearted world.
Am I the reason for your endless sorrow?
Nobody's gonna come and save you.
After all the things we've been through.
Don't know how we got into this mess,
I don't want to hold on, I want the strength to let go.
Tired of being what you want me to be.
Hurts me to say goodbye but,
you're not worth it."
Wow. I miss creative writing class. I remember writing this. I love how poetry can hold one meaning one day, then a completely different meaning the next. Poetry never ceases to amaze me. The flow, the sound, the stark beauty of it, the truthfulness of the words. I think if i could marry poetry I would. Can you? Someone figure that out, cause if it's possible, I'm doing it.
Anyways before when I first wrote this it had me think about just all this ish going on in my life at the time. I'm not gonna put all my shit out there, so I'll just say it was bad. The line that stuck out to me then was "Hurts me to say goodbye." I don't know why. Well I can't remember why. >.<
Now the line that sticks out to me is "Somehow the truth comes up missing." Cause that's what's going on now. If you know the current drama, meaning 3 or 4 people. (I'm withholding judgement until I get the real story, not the BS excuse I got). Then I'll decide what's gonna happen. Dina that means no murder on the first day of school. No murder until I give you the go ahead. And no threatening either, I gotta get the full, unedited version of this first!
Ok another blog will be up sometime today. Love you all!
-Rose <3
Somehow the truth comes up missing,
sweet little lies in this
cold hearted world.
Am I the reason for your endless sorrow?
Nobody's gonna come and save you.
After all the things we've been through.
Don't know how we got into this mess,
I don't want to hold on, I want the strength to let go.
Tired of being what you want me to be.
Hurts me to say goodbye but,
you're not worth it."
Wow. I miss creative writing class. I remember writing this. I love how poetry can hold one meaning one day, then a completely different meaning the next. Poetry never ceases to amaze me. The flow, the sound, the stark beauty of it, the truthfulness of the words. I think if i could marry poetry I would. Can you? Someone figure that out, cause if it's possible, I'm doing it.
Anyways before when I first wrote this it had me think about just all this ish going on in my life at the time. I'm not gonna put all my shit out there, so I'll just say it was bad. The line that stuck out to me then was "Hurts me to say goodbye." I don't know why. Well I can't remember why. >.<
Now the line that sticks out to me is "Somehow the truth comes up missing." Cause that's what's going on now. If you know the current drama, meaning 3 or 4 people. (I'm withholding judgement until I get the real story, not the BS excuse I got). Then I'll decide what's gonna happen. Dina that means no murder on the first day of school. No murder until I give you the go ahead. And no threatening either, I gotta get the full, unedited version of this first!
Ok another blog will be up sometime today. Love you all!
-Rose <3
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