01/04/2024 09:42 PM  random poems I am not the girl you had in mind I am not the girl. I am not the girl with the split dye hair I am not the girl with the botched kitchen bangs. I am not the girl pleasing everyone but myself anymore. I am the girl that straightens her hair And I am the girl that sits, doing my makeup slower than a snail I am not the girl with the heavy blush anymore.  I am the girl wearing my great grandmother's ring And my mother’s vintage clothes from when she was 16. I am not the girl with 5 bracelets on each arm, The girl with rings on each finger, The girl whos bedroom was a dump, Nor am I the girl with confidence smaller than a pea. I'm the girl with an amazing boyfriend, and The girl that loves Marie Antoinette, I am the girl that is meant to be on stage, and  I am the girl that wants nothing more than to prove myself I am not that grade 7, 8, 9 girl anymore. I am a grade 10 girl  With nothing but Rio And my aching soul   0 Comments  Report Post

01/04/2024 09:38 PM  lyrics ₕₑ'ₛ ₛₜᵣᵤₙg ₒᵤₜ bᵤₜ ᵢ ₗₒᵥₑ ₕᵢₘ ₕₑ'ₛ cₐᵣₑₗₑₛₛ bᵤₜ ᵢ ₗₒᵥₑ ₕᵢₘ ₕₑ'ₛ ₐₙ ₐ$$ₕₒₗₑ bᵤₜ ᵢ ₗₒᵥₑ ₕᵢₘ ᵢₙcₒₙₛᵢdₑᵣₐₜₑ bᵤₜ ᵢ ₗₒᵥₑ ₕᵢₘ ₕₑ'ₛ ₛₜᵣᵤₙg ₒᵤₜ bᵤₜ ᵢ ₗₒᵥₑ ₕᵢₘ ₕₑ'ₛ cₐᵣₑₗₑₛₛ bᵤₜ ᵢ ₗₒᵥₑ ₕᵢₘ ₕₑ'ₛ ₐₙ ₐ$$ₕₒₗₑ bᵤₜ ᵢ ₗₒᵥₑ ₕᵢₘ ᵢₙcₒₙₛᵢdₑᵣₐₜₑ bᵤₜ ᵢ ₗₒᵥₑ ₕᵢₘ My World - Alexis Munroe 0 Comments  Report Post

01/04/2024 09:32 PM  random poems Cinnamon is hard to eat on its own but when mixed with sugar and baked into a pie  It tastes delicious Syrup is hard to swallow But when mixed with water it tastes like tea The truth however, cannot be sugar coated And the truth involves you and me. I know you love me but how long will that last? Years, months, days? Will we get married like we say in our texts Or will I have kids with someone else? Will my son’s name be named Runaway or Rio,  Because if he’s yours it’ll be Runaway  Yet if you're not the dad he’ll be named after you.  Because even if you're not in my life I still need you, In some way shape or form, And that's a hard thing to swallow.  It's like putting syrup in a sippy cup, It's still going to be the same old syrup that you couldn't swallow before. 0 Comments  Report Post

01/04/2024 06:35 PM  oh to be a teenager in the 2000s i srsly will cry if u tell me i cant be an older sister that smells like Victorias secret perfume and cigs with a crappy honda car thats obsessed with cheetah print and has a bedazled flip phone in 2007 (i wasnt even born yet) 0 Comments  Report Post

01/04/2024 06:11 PM  random poems I wish I wrote the way I thought. Obsessively. Intensley. With maddening hunger. Id write to the point of suffocation. Id write myself into breakdowns and panic attacks, manuscripts sprawling out like tentacles into nothingness. And Id write about you a lot more than I should, yet here I sit, mind racing yet fingers still. How poets put their words onto paper I cannot say; for I am cursed with the ability to love in my mind, yet hate on my exterior. 0 Comments  Report Post

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