Verse 1:
I was blind at soul,
I couldn't see the light,
My joy was growing old,
I already lost my fight,
I would dance in the rain,
And I would cry with the skies,
The sunrise is my pain,
The glow of joy is a lie,
Only in the dark,
That's where I belong,
Hidden inside my own heart,
Well I thought wrong,
Bridge:
And I realized that,
When I met you,
Making me laugh,
Your smile is my truth,
Chorus:
The darkest of nights,
Brings the brightest lights,
But they falter easily,
Under your beautiful smile,
You're the star that guides me,
The sun that radiates life,
The clouds that dance happily,
You take my hand,
And lead me
Problems with the 12-year-old life. by AliceTerre, journal
Problems with the 12-year-old life.
I don't want to be a burden, but I just need to get this the FUCK OUTTA MY CHEST.
1. My mother. She doesn't like it that I watch anime. She doesn't let me write fanfics. She despises diaries. She says art will not get food on the table. She acts like she cares for me when she's probably tired of taking care of a depressed child. She says that we are her everything when I know, that she just wants my father and no annoying 2 children. Worst of all... She doesn't understand me. She doesn't know real depression. But she insists that depression is just a phase. Why can't I run away?
2. Siblings. They piss you off, and they never learn. You've s
Noodles of my imagination // Poetry Snippets // #1 by AliceTerre, literature
Literature
Noodles of my imagination // Poetry Snippets // #1
Storms don't mean a sad time
I'll sing you a soft lullaby
We can let the winds blow
As we wait for time tomorrow
We can tell a few stories
And laugh until we're sorry
So just wait for the storm to pass
because we don't need it gone too fast
While we live in our world
Safe from the turbulent swirl
Of real life and real problems
So now we can forget all of them
So just wait for the storm to pass
because we don't need it gone too fast
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The sky is blue and so are your eyes
The smoke is gray and so are your sighs
Our hearts are red and so is your blood
But I don't think there's a color for numb
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Red hearts as we bleed to death
Oran
You should never judge a book by its cover. Everyone’s heard that. But nobody truly applies it. We live in a world where every action small or big is judged by society and being your true self is a sin. So what we do is that we cover ourselves with so many artificial faces to different people just so we can fit in. Then before you know it, you just forget who you are.