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Forgive me if I intrude,
If I'm a little bold,
I've always been a little odd,
From all that I've been told…
But something about the way you smile,
Something about the way you trust,
Good Lord, send me a soul to love,
And forget this useless lust…
So many tiring hours spent,
Looking for his name…
Trying to find a hint,
If he's still the same…
I could have been the secret girl,
Chosen at a whim,
I threw my heart at his chest,
But still, I did choose him…
I don't know what is real anymore,
My mind does war against me,
Somehow I must get the patience,
To tame the visions that taint me.
So please forgive me if I'm odd,
My heart is just too hopeless to worry with,
But also because I am scared,
That true love is just a painted myth.
If I'm a little bold,
I've always been a little odd,
From all that I've been told…
But something about the way you smile,
Something about the way you trust,
Good Lord, send me a soul to love,
And forget this useless lust…
So many tiring hours spent,
Looking for his name…
Trying to find a hint,
If he's still the same…
I could have been the secret girl,
Chosen at a whim,
I threw my heart at his chest,
But still, I did choose him…
I don't know what is real anymore,
My mind does war against me,
Somehow I must get the patience,
To tame the visions that taint me.
So please forgive me if I'm odd,
My heart is just too hopeless to worry with,
But also because I am scared,
That true love is just a painted myth.
Literature
Therian
How long has it been since I was alive?
Gliding here in the skies, watching the sun and moon rise and set hourly, the winds shifting through my once physical form, the seasons no longer discriminate with the quick passing of time. When I first found myself here I felt I had to run to keep up with the changing, but I quickly realized the futility of the effort, since then resorting to floating on here effortlessly.
I no longer knew the feeling of sleep. I would close my eyes and open them to a whole new world, signifying that time had passed, but just how much? Now that I had no physical form to feel rest, to feel anxiety, how did I know whe
Literature
Being
Being a girl
Doesn't make me
Less intelligent than you;
Weaker than you;
Less determined than you;
More vulnerable than you;
Less talented than you.
Being me makes me
Witty and persevering;
Outspoken and creative;
Original and unique;
Charming and clever;
And obviously more
Open-minded than you.
Literature
Packless
You see them
The groups
The friends
The families...
Always there
For eachother
So sure of who they are
But me
I am alone
I don't know who I am
Inside
I am lost in doubt
And I have
Nothing
But fear
Fear of living a lie
Fear of being wrong
Fear of losing everything
And
I can howl
But no one will answer
No family
No group that cares
For I am
Packless
For I am
Alone
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It's always scary to take that chance hoping it's true love while worrying it might not be real.
I believe it's real, but I might be biased since I believe I've found it.
I believe it's real, but I might be biased since I believe I've found it.