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you cannot escape your problems or flee from the most worrisome thoughts i thought leaving the city i love would cure my pain drowning myself in the company of others i thought would make me forget but my soul is numb and the truth of the matter is that I am sad and until I remember how to feel happy again i will be haunted by the unfriendly faces of those encountered as life slowly parades away.

golden hair hazel eyed her soul is a wanderer desperate to flee from the confined walls of protection in her father’s house i love you flower child your soul is what keeps me going you are golden

at age three the first man she ever loved left her he promised he’d come back that he was only leaving to find work to provide for her family. by the time she was five years old she thought she understood love she decided to trust a stupid boy with her past little did she know his brain could not handle the capacity of maturity she was at. he betrayed her and by the end of the day the whole school knew about her father who she was sure was looking for work. middle school came around and she debated whether her father would come back to rescue her from the words of the kids who laughed at her mother. she met a boy with beautiful hair. he told her he loved her. she never felt love so she assumed his was true. in not even a month’s time he told the whole school she was a whore. he publicized the nudes she never send and she had never been so angered. at fourteen she knew her father would never come back. she gave herself away to the man with a cool ride. he told her he loved her and showed her by kissing her and touching her. this must be love she thought as she embraced his lustful desires. she is sixteen now. the kid who told her secrets is a football player who likes boys the one who exposed a lie sleeps around justifying himself and the man with a cool ride he is the father of her two kids and like the dad she claims dead to her is no where to be found.

she allowed herself to slip away to fade into nights where the moon no longer led her to safety days when the sun no longer shined. she marked her face with a frown as her eyes clouded and just like that she drifted and all who loved her announced her dead she was in fact living her soul however had failed her. here with a bitter scowl across my face i am beyond angered for she had a soul that shone brighter than a diamond’s reflection of the gleaming sun she had a mind as sharp as glass but she did not understand love and the lack of love for her soul murdered her brilliant mind.

you are easy like Sunday morning as toxic as the adventurer’s spirit on a warm summer night to all my questions, aspirations, and dreams you are the answer.

im sorry they label you worthless i hurt when they look at you with eyes of malice and laugh at your peculiar ways. you are an art. finely crafted into a beautiful piece no one can mirror. you are beautiful. an abundance of radiance enters the room as you kindly make your destination. you are loved. this is the most important you must guard it in your heart and never forget they mock you. i apologize for it is their loss you have a beautiful soul.

i love the way your nose wrinkles when you smile i love the way the walls echo your radiant laugh i love the things you say to make me feel better i love the way you say nothing at all- just a simple smile but more than anything i love you.

“you are just a child” he whispered into my ear a shiver ran down my spine as he continued “you are a rose bud” “the beginnings of something beautiful” he caressed my cheek and a sad smile hovered above his cheerful state “you are a rose bud about to blossom into something beautiful something beautifully pure void of me.”

am i allowed to tell you i miss you? can i cry when i remember your once flourishing love for me? you must pity me. i. the wanderer. the word lover. the pianist. you must look at me and think. wow. what did i ever see in her? she is so gullible and naive. but this is just it, my long lost lover. i am a quiet girl. do not mistaken me for shy because i will, when necessary, speak my mind. i am a dreamer. this drove you insane. you always were the type to stay in one spot. one who'd exchange a great, adventure-filled life for purposeless, average living. i am a fool for you. my did i fall hard. but after allowing you to do the damage you did to my beating heart, i learned to pick myself back up. . . if you wish to know one thing about me, i will tell you. life is so much better without him. do not waste your time on a relationship that is one-sided. do not put in all the effort and give him what only he considers pleasurable. do not waste your time on him my love, no matter how gorgeous his eyes sparkle. you are a valley in the middle of a dry desert and my do you glisten. you sparkle and shine with something only you can give yourself. never settle for less because you are worth more than everything and anything in this world.

i want to write about you in ways that will touch your soul so that you will always have a piece of my mind a cloud in the thoughts of your clear-skied mind in your heart i’ll have the whole of your promises loves memories and me, dear do not worry about me i’ve already given my all to you

I sit and I breathe in and out Nothingness fills my lungs I stand and Walk to the left and right And my mind is blank For there is nothing but emptiness in my soul

as the days passed and the skies grew darker his heart faded matching the gloom of weather she brings. NO! I SAID STAY AWAY FROM HER she is DARKNESS a Cloud of Black Memories hovering and devouring all with the pit of her colorless eyes STAY WITH ME! I BEG be Comforted by the Rays of Purity i bring the warmth in my water-filled eyes and radiance of my company were Nothing against the sultry way her voice sends longings of lust through the ends of your spine.

she is the brown eyed girl. not blue, green, purple, or red but the brown eyed girl her hair waves in layers of chocolate covered kisses her skin shines in a golden state of purity she is a dark skinned brown-eyed girl. the oceans in their darkest form could not compare to her bold beauty no one in their right mind would tell her otherwise she is one of a kind.

my thoughts are rain. most times they drizzle my mind, leaving a soft dew-like residence in the clouds of my soul. but other times they pour and pound with forgotten memories and undecided futures.

drip drop goes the rain in Southern California drop blop go the memories of true happiness whoosh splash go the days of a childhood free of harm bloop goes the first tear of a rough year splat goes the sound of her heart breaking into two