Leave The PiecesYou built me upLeave The Pieces in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Helped this brokenness inside me to start healing
You weren't afraid to pick up the pieces
Of a heart some one else shattered
You let me feel
Then you let me go
I watched you drop the heart you had pieced back together
I heard the familiar shatter of the pieces you just left on the floor
Now I miss your brown eyes
I miss the way you breathe
I miss that numbness you robbed me of
I sweep the pieces back under the rug where they belong
But I can still feel the breaking every time I walk across the floor
Every time I breathe
Friends Meme:iconhideplz: stole this from :iconcolor-sekai: :iconheplz:Friends Meme in Personal More Like This
Name 11 people you can think of, right of the top of your head.
Don't read the questions below until you write the names.
This is a lot funnier if you randomly list the names.
1. How did you meet 4?
Through deviantart's forum :iconheplz:
2. Do you like/love anyone on here?
I lav them all :iconkissingplz: butoneinspecialthat'dbe-
3. What would you do if 6 and 2 were going out?
:iconreactionzoomplz: oh mai.... *would do nothing*
4. How did you meet 8?
Deviantart :icononionteaplz: hum... through :icononehigh: if Im not wrong :iconrlytearplz:
5. What do you think of number 7?
she is so bubbly and cute :iconkissingplz: I lav heeer~ though I haven't talk to her in some time ; A ; BUT I wi
BookstoreMy friend asked me the other day,Bookstore in Free Verse More Like This
"What percentage of your books,
Have you actually read?"
I never noticed,
But, half (maybe ?)
Books no longer reside on shelves.
They line walls in stacks.
Scattered around the trash can.
I have so many books
That I wonder if there is an exit.
I constantly add books
Since you left. I guess,
I just want you to visit
The bookstore with no doors.
Who needs a gardenGirls beam over polished bouquets -Who needs a garden in Free Verse More Like This
yellow, white, and purple -
designed by architects
and attached with a dossier
about proper treatment and care,
but women stain sun dyed cheeks
when I present a single flower
with soil stained roots
on the bottom of a bent stem
where I failed to pluck it
from your neighbor's garden
because it reminded me of your smile.
Thoughts of a late night 1I exist for others.Thoughts of a late night 1 in Other More Like This
Live in hope of that next place.
Where it's always sunny, the fields are of green and gold.
And though you lay against a tree you can't feel anything.
everything important for you back in your previous life..
gains a new meaning.
Do you think..
Possibly that, people once alive look down in nostalgia at our world,
and wish they could live again?
What is with this world?
There's millions of people wishing to be dead.
It's a wonderful thing, It's a precious thing..
This life of ours.