I Hide Inside The Poem,
I hide inside the poem,
search for myself outside...
-Faraj Bayrakdar
More Posts from The-soulwhispers and Others
You drew stars around my scars, but now I'm bleedin'
Taylor Swift, "cardigan"
Is it really too much to ask to turn me into a garden fairy, so I could spend the rest of my life among flowers and live in a dainty ethereal mushroom!
People don’t understand that we quiet ones are quiet because the conversation’s always playing out in our own heads.
The wheel of time
A. R. Ammons, from a poem titled "Shot Glass," featured in The New Yorker
Me at 2AM: letting my head spin with all the stories and scenarios from the romance novels I've ever read, knowing nobody's gonna love me the same way.
Its like my best brain time starts at peak midnight with caffeine and sugar rush.
Why is it always: Can I buy you a drink, beautiful?
And never: Can I buy you a book, beautiful?
His heart was nothing but a drought land, and she came like a rainstorm.
What I need in today's hookup culture is the kind of person who ties my shoelaces or waits for me to tie 'em while the whole world moves ahead.
Nobody:
Me at 3am: *the yearning to be at the rooftop alone (or with someone special) jus' silently staring at the moon and stars.*
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