Confessions

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Try not to let them see you sweat, or in your case, glisten. But if ever your heart is heavy, your face wet, I'm always here to listen. Not just willing, baby I'm insisting. Let me kiss away, the stress of every day. Been working all day?
I start to confess my true feelings Because I love you   I laugh at your jokes  Because I love you   I fight back anxiety whenever you're around  Because I love you
A peek into my eyes and you see nothing. I hide my emotions well, may be too well. I am very good at it, the result of decades of practice. Might even venture to say that I have mastered the art of emotional silence.
When I say BLACK LIVE MATTER, this is what I mean; Imagine me before a wild uncontrollable fire with a fire Extinguisher in my hand, it is all I have to beat back the Flames that threaten to devour me. When I say,
I cant breathe! YOUR world suffocates me. YOUR world, Yes! YOUR world because You have never made me feel welcomed in it. Am very much the alien, lost in YOUR world. Never ceasing to remind me that I am different.
If I see you and you don't see me I will go DARLING And you will know I am calling to you
Late night conversations make you learn a lot about the people you thought you knew, with liquor savored on our lips, and the night sky above, everything seemed infinite.
She draws with graphite and charcol and pens I draw with my words that is all I know and have ever known.  My grandma teaches me with paints on her lap I was a "messy painter," not a
My confidence swells as I realize, I am better than ever to those amber, brown eyes. They widen as I draw near, Everything but inferior, In her presence I feel
I want to tell you I will do anything to keep what we have together, That I will try to follow through and give my effort to do better.
I'm lost, but I was found I've loved, but never been loved back...until today
I must confess to you, my dear, There’s something about the night And the feeling of paper beneath ink That draws out confessions like a canvas to the painter   I must confess to you, dear,
Our clan is crumbling behind closed doors sealed with pride and locked by sorrow, seen by all yet known by none.   The walls are glass but windows opaque reflect suspicion
A lot of people know me as @haleythebirdie singing "All That Jazz" Or lockedinabirdcage Analyzing why paper beats rock And for those followers, I am on stage on the web when I talk Or 15byerha
The patterns of life are so lost Just fragments and reflections 20 bucks but no cost Kneel down and say your confessions   Once again I find my self
I was very excited in what we could be.
I have a secret to confess
I love learning, but I'm tired of school. Tired of teachers who just don't get you & make you drool. I'm sick of them thinking they own my life.. They don't realize that once I walk out that classroom, each day, ..
It's been ages. Ages since I've written anything down. Since I've allowed verses to be thought. It's been forever since choppy sentences unvailed my inner emotions. So here it goes.
Sometimes, sometimes when I find…   That my voice is so tiny, so especially paltry. I can’t help but think how reality seems so bleak.   It seems like nothing, Not even a spark of
Danielle's my favorite teacher I'd tell her all the time If she wasn't far too busy Keeping me from knives She told me that she loved me And when I asked her "why?"
My insecurities has taken Over all things me I can feel the change in my mind the hurt in my heart I no longer believe the words that are said I'm dead In the inside with no hopes of coming back you have broke me down to my last there is nothing
I catch myself at times.Lost in thought...of him.Thinking of the times I've had.With him.The memories of us are fading now.At first I used to think of him99 times a day...then 98...97...96...
anger with frustration is a nasty combination with a little confusion and you mind will cave in head simply spinning   can't concentrate forget the date and run in hell's direction
Have I ever told you That I practice bondage with serpent tongues of crime scene tape, unwinding, like Medusa coils and Rapunzelline sighs?
I was a Stopper, a panic, a coil, Watching. With Awe. as my life would spoil Away with fear as I lay in my slumber. Falsely believing my days were numbered.
Immortal souls don't last forever. They are taken by greed. Frozen in time and space. Never changing. Ceasing to live.
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