if i could take the stars they would whisper in my ear they'd tell me of the world and what i have to fear they'd tell me that i'm not alone and that i'd be loved someday they'd make me laugh with their stories and they'd make the pain go away but stars aren't meant to be caught by wanderers who have no destination in mind they aren't meant to be heard by reckless teens who have no hope i can't fly and catch one even if i tried because stars are meant for people who are loved and not for people who need love. ---- ⭐
oh yeah. it's Andi. idk if you bunch remember me. last time I was properly active was probably over a year ago. oops?
the fear will consume you and will break you and you will fade like a little boy who's broken an old toy he throws the pieces aside and they catch rust under his bed, left to rot alone and to die like an old man taking a long drag of an antique cigar, he lets the wind carry the fumes away and the scent fades into the air like a girl who dries her eyes crying over a boy who couldn't care less her tears are wiped away dried into a tissue that is only thrown out the fear will take you and it will never leave until you have been cast aside like all these materials things we will be forgotten and the fear will finally win so if that's the truth of it all, why not just let the fear in? ----
hi Rolaye!!! Sammi!!! no, not for good. it really depends on the circumstances. i don't think i'll be posting a story any time soon, so i'm sticking to poems.
he took her like a girl's favorite doll and he ripped her at the seams and left nothing at all and while he made her laugh he was thinking of how he was going to make her cry he didn't look back he didn't even blink he just cast her aside and walked away while she, oh she, she wondered, what had she done wrong? what was wrong with the way she loved? the way she made him her everything? now she is alone, with nothing but her broken heart left to mend itself but stitches cannot be made without a tailor and love cannot be given without its receiver ----
so. i've got alot of poems jotted down on my random notebooks. but, being the lazy person i am, have yet to find these notebooks and type all of them out. so, im sorry if you have to deal with my on-the-spot writing. most of the time, i get inspiration during the most random of times, and i write them anywhere, hence the whole random notebook cycle. okay, this is getting lengthy. have a nice day! ps. Royale I saw that I spelt your name Rolaye. facepalm. sorry about that. haha.