I see you in the poems about love.
I see you in the poems about pain.
I see you in the poems about happiness.
I see you in all kinds of poems lately...
...and it makes me ache in places I couldn't think I could ache.
-get out of my literature.
I wasted way too many shooting stars on you.
-make a wish.
Your eyes shine so golden like a bright-eyed morning;
won't you take my hand and see this through till the end;
won't you stick by me so we can finally see;
that we're just meant to be.
-love story.
To be loved, oh so quietly, is the loudest gift you can receive.
-the gift.
The way you love is a language on its own. Teach them your love language.
It takes time. It takes patience. Don't expect them to learn a whole new language in just a few months.
Wait patiently, until they are able to understand you.
-secret language.
If you ever feel like you are stuck, make it your moment. Use it to stop the time and reflect on yourself.
Sooner or later the world starts turning again, that I promise you.
-stuck.
All I need is to collect all my broken thoughts and let them heal.
-if only it were that simple.
My heart is bleeding and my thoughts are rushing through my veins, pulsing through my whole body like a river of waterfalls.
-overthinking.
YOU ARE READING
teenage thoughts
Poesialittle poems written by a little woman in a little world full of sadness and happiness, laughter and tears, pain and healing and so much more Go find yourself in these. Make them yours.
