BurnanatorBubbles

Step back, Take a look at me. Am I everything you wanted? Am I the girl of your dreams, And are you my prince charming? Cuz I have a memory, Of when the glass slipper fit so well. Now we’re back to reality, And it’s no more fairytale (No more fairytale) Oh - Tell me, Do you remember me and you, Like the heat of those summers nights, When you held me tight? Recall the kisses that were oh so passionate All the loving words on our lips? Cuz now I’m feeling this Heartache, Rejection, Baby I’m letting you know… That I’d rather sing a cappella I’m no longer Cinderella. Hold up, Stop the carr

She lay in wait, choosing her victim Smirk becoming apparent, let the games begin Intolerance building up, anger stuffed inside She picked on others so her faults could hide Acceptance she seeked, wanted it more and more Hurting someone so she could hate someone else more Words released; verbal matches ignite Laughing cruelly, mind braced for a fight “You’re worthless, you’re fat” She said, acting like she was all that The victim turned around, like it was a joke Wrapped her hands around her neck, making her choke All the thoughts, all the lies emerged Pushing her off and running, the anger surged Yelling and

Today I laughed much to my surprise. It's been so long since that opportunity last arrived. It's good to know, that I can still smile. That should go without saying, but it's been a while. It's been weeks since I last tried to perservere through this fight. You can't imagine how I cried, hoping it would one day be alright. It's been days since I've spoken to the one who started all this. It seems I've finally awoken, and realized that happiness can exist. Amongst the hurt, and all the pain I feel, I have forgotten how to trust and forgotten what is real. What's real is not the distress, or the bitterness inside. What's

when you were little mommy and daddy were around when you were little mommy held your hand when you were little friends didn't leave pain wasn't real and lies you didn't know when you were little the stars held a story when you were little the sky was always blue sadness wasn't there and scars didn't show when a toy was the world and McDonalds was your place when a rainbow was your color and the smile on your face when candy was your food and trick or treating always came when Candyland was the game and a playground was where you stayed when the bus was an adventure and death you never saw when cartoons were always

Lovely paper Your portraits are so grand, Your face is such a friendly green You bring a smile to any ones face, Yet there is evil in that smirk There is kindness in that smile, You can turn the kindest man's hear to pure stone, You can bring hope to the darkest of lives, Oh sweet yet sour money You are like ying and yang, We need you to live Yet you can cause death, Stay with us, Our lovely money, Our angelic money, Our devil Money, The world may let people go but it will never set you free.

We need to see the world, for what it truly is, Pull down all the facades, stop pretending wrong doesn’t exist. We need to see our world, for it is far, far from perfect, For if we continue this taintless portrayal, there will be nothing left of it. So stop covering for drunken fathers, who inflict pain upon their wives and children, Stop allowing our adolescents to easily fall as victims, Stop providing for the disgraceful mothers, who are too high to ever come down, Stop hoping all misfortunes will pass without a sound, Stop waiting for someone else to stand, to be the first to defend, Stop assuming it will occur on its own, b

When words are lost, I cannot speak. My throat constricts, the outlooks bleak. Calm words cannot repress my tears. To stop may take a thousand years. But my heart must pay the cost. I cannot speak. My words are lost...

Acting like he's a child and wants everything his way Doesn't spend time with anyone,,, but his work...... wish i could make him see that the only thing i want "IS TO JUST SEE THAT HE CARES" Wish he could understand me better I never know why sometimes i just can't be around him maybe its because i know he sees me differtently then everybody else wish he wasn't so distant "ALL THE TIME" sometimes i don't even think i really know him anymore, or maybe i never did ??? most of all i just want him "To See the REAL ME "

Untold shadows A ticking time bomb, waiting to explode Sun in a dark room Desire to the untold A key to open a room of questions Why do people keep them? Is it a feeling of mystery? Is it issues of trust? Do they make us feel more human? When they are released... Feelings of relief? Or feelings of humility? Do you feel trapped? Expressions of feelings Operating in a hidden or confidential manner Known or shared only by the initiated Mystery in the darkness Most common secrets from the heart; love, hate, or silly embarrassing things They fill our minds with wonder. What are yours?