Kitchen Sink - Twenty Øne Piløts People don't know how you feel. How you think. What you think. Or why you care. Frankly, they don't care, and you know they don't care. But when you look at her, and she's looking at you, you know, in that moment, in that little light that shines in her eyes, you know that she cares. And she will always care. How you feel, how you think, what you think, she wants to know. Because you know out of the thousand of the people who don't care, the people who couldn't bother to cast you a second glance, the people who step over you to avoid you, you know that she loves you. And that is all you need.
Gorgeous - X Ambassadors
Speechless. It's the only thing that comes to my mind when I think of her. Every time I try to describe her a million things run through my mind. How much I adore her, how words like "amazing" and "gorgeous" and "beautiful" don't even come close to describing her, and then how she makes me feel. She is the definition of beauty. Nature is dimmed and weak compared to her. She is beauty, so much that everything she touches becomes beautiful. And her reach is limitless. From around the world she touched me. My heart. My soul. And now I can't help but to glow with her beauty. Her love. Her spirit. Her soul. Everything about her, is beauty.
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Random Poetry and Writings
RandomThis is just a collection of poems I write with maybe some short little stories added in there for shiggles. For the sleepless nights, the lonely nights, the arty nights, and all in between.
