Brave girl, you were made for far more beautiful things. Chaos is only understood when it is loved by the wild, not the weak.
You never understood this, You kept reinforcing the walls. What you failed to see was I was choosing kindness while you chose abuse. Sticks and stones will break my bones, And my hurricane will destroy you
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I think we should read/share some of our favorite poems when we run away.
I know love.and that was how you honoured your commitment.not by watching me nearly drown instead.the sad part is you just stood there watching me drown. You SINDY are a SADISTIC CUNT!
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She was beautifully out of place. Sometimes I believe she intended"She held the moon the way she held her own heart ." -Chrissie Pinney to be. Like the moon during the day.
You were a beautiful time in my life, and if that's all you'll ever be, then that's okay. Not all art is destined to hang on the same walls forever
"Her soul is a kaleidoscope. Bursting with every shade and hue. But shift your gaze ever so slightly and she's something entirely new.
Wild, Wicked and Free by Christy Ann Martine - Poetry - Poems - Poets - Quotes - Words