Head Back to School with deviantART by Heidi, journal
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My back is towards you
All alone and cold
But then I change my mind
Submit to the urge
I rest my head on your shoulder
Cling to your arm
Wish this moment would last
Hold you tighter
Close my eyes
Fight off the urge to cry
Because you are not mine
This moment wont last
Soon you'll be gone
And I'll be alone
Wishing for you to come back to me...
You're smile is so warm.
You're arms are so inviting.
You're hug is so firm.
When you're across the room, I catch myself staring.
At your looks? Maybe.
But, it's what's inside that I am seeing.
A warm heart.
A gentle spirit.
A love for life.
You are perfect.
As perfect as a human can get.
Few mistakes run through you.
To see the world through your eyes would be fantastic.
To feel the love you feel for every person would be extatic.
To be the person you are would be problematic.
After all, opposites attract.
You are perfect, I am not.
You are warm, I am cold.
For you I will change.
You won't know it's for you though.
You wi
They Don't Understand by xAshesMayFall, literature
Literature
They Don't Understand
You're perfect in my eyes.
Don't listen to the others.
They don't matter anymore,
They don't see the real you.
The fun, cute, lonely you.
They can't look past their up-turned noses
To see the child begging for help,
Begging for love.
They call you weird,
They call you stupid,
They call you a freak,
They call you every name they can think of.
It makes me mad!
How dare they?
They don't understand,
They have no clue what you've been through.
They have no right,
No right to judge.
They don't know,
They don't understand.
You've been hurt,
Physically,
Mentally.
Can't they give you a break?
Of course not.
Because they don't
A fallen angel; destined to fly.
Broken and crazy, but too strong to cry.
She waits for her lover, as she looses her color.
The one she fell for is no where to be found, her skin is bruised from her fall to the ground.
She waits for her love at the place where she fell, feeling the true eternal pain of hell.
He doesn't even bother to show, she wonders how a human man could stoop so low.
Her wings are broken and brusied, she feels so lost and confused.
She hangs her head down, hiding her growing frown.
The pain she feels inside, knowing that he lied.
She beleived what he said, now she's messed up in the head.
This was her life,