I want back my cherubic smile..
The one that apparently made anyone and everyone
Want to stay around for a while.
Or my typical up-to-no good smirk that seemed to be glazed across my face..
The one that would have people question whether or not
To leave me alone and just give me my space.
I want that cliché twinkle I had back in my big almond shaped eyes..
The ones that looked so innocent yet could hide
So many secrets and lies.
I want back that mysterious look;
left brow slightly raised above the right..
With my lips pursed, eyes squinted, and my teeth giving a little bite.
I want back the freedom to up and go and do as I please..
The freedom to go on a random excursion
Finding an amazing opportunity to seize.
I want back those bar nights of drinking and random rendezvous’..
Where no one would be able to predict how the night would end..
But that’s what I liked: that’s what I was used to.
I want back the Nay that would jump around the house
Rapping ridiculous rap verses..
You know, the ones filled with drugs sex and violence..
And constant curses.
I want back the judge me not times
Where I could yell at the top of my lungs my favorite lyrics and sing….
I just want all my stuff back:
I want my things.
he put me on a PEDESTAL knowing I wouldn’t fall.
he had me on this PLATEAU so I could be above them all.
he said I was his Queen so ofcourse he put me on his THRONE.
he said I was untouchable so he put me on the MOUNTAIN PEAK where we could be all alone.
he said im at THE TOP of his mind.. every minute..all the time..
he wanted everything to be perfect .. everything to be fine..
but living up to that kind of expectation is hard to please.
his idolization for me was also his very disease.
Shes so pretty on the outside
Yet so hurt deep within
She tries so hard to overcome her past
But its as if she just cant seem to ever win
She just cant catch a break
She just cant have a streak of good luck
So she tries to smile it off
And pretend as if she doesn’t give a fuck
A fuck about who hurt her
Or those who are out to ruin her name
But pretending as if everything’s A OKAY
Can easily make one go insane
So to the untrained eye she’s seen as crazy
Those who don’t know, think she’s in the wrong
When all she’s trying to do is fit in
And find that place into where she belongs
But she’s so pretty on the outside
So people think her life just cant be stressed
She wonders if she’s getting what she deserves
And worst of all…
She forgets that she deserves the best.
The Cat Daddy:
The Single Ladies Dance:
The Stanky Leg:
By far the greatest post to ever surface on Tumblr.
Internet Explorer’s face, though.
Your heart says yes.
Your mind says no.
They beg you to stay.
But you feel you should go.
They SAY they loved you
But you KNOW they lied.
Its either Logic or Love..
They can NEVER coincide.