Favorite boat, you are my getaway,
I love the way you are an explorer, Always in my mind, throughout night and day, Always dreaming about the calm water, Nothing compares a day spent on the boat, You bring more excitement and happiness, Wild sun heats up and feeds my hungry throat, Reminds me summer is mysterious, Oh how you bring me joy, let me explain, I love the natural hair, water and sun, Thinking about your gift brightens my brain, My amount of love for you is outdone, Now I must wait until the perfect time, Don’t forget me during this long lifetime.
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Kiss me sweetly, my lady, my muse.
Allow me such grace with the weapon I choose. No pen or sword shall lay and be bound, So long that it’s your eyes that can be found. Caress me so gently, my lady, my muse. Allow me loss, so I can lose. For each gold plated heart shall be on display, And I may still love you while you’re away. Hold me still tightly, my lady, my muse. Let kindness be killed, if your act a ruse. No passion nor dreamer may get very far, If not your cruelties which just are. Poison me swiftly, my lady, my muse. Final confession left on your pews. All torment and love, devotion so slow, Ends in suffering, my fatal beaux. Bayleigh was so happy all the time
She made your life filled with love and happiness She was the world to me I miss her already, but she was ready to come home Her favorite color was pink. Bayleigh would eat pizza You will be seen again in Heaven I love you, I miss you, that girl is out of pain Bayleigh you are in Heaven we love you and miss you Bayleigh was an angel of happiness Dancing with Bayleigh, we laugh She’s the one that made your day great God has called you Home Your shirt was always so beautiful Bayleigh you’ll be seen again in Heaven someday We all will be together again One more thing, Bay Bay, you are in my heart In everyone else’s heart This is not goodbye I will talk to you all the time Love you Bay From Jadon to Bayleigh with Love I feel the stares calling me by my name
But I brush away the coldness The weight of the world pushing on my pain But I feel a sudden boldness I walk past my shadows And my heart skips a beat I put on a smile My cheeks burn with heat Into a bright brilliant shade The color Flush pink This is the story of the things we have been through.
Of all the tunnels we have had to crawl through. The roads we have had to reconstruct. The years we have felt stuck. Stuck on a tightrope. This is the story of the things we have been through. Of all the times we had to seek our lost hope through greater forces like God and You. You have stuck with us among everything we’ve been through. Among the fighting we have had you. And you just don’t know of the sterling things in store for you. This is the story of the things we have been through. Of all the times we have relied on you, to pick up our broken pieces and wash away the crystalline tears, you. Are the only one we have to live with for the rest of our lives, you. Are the only one who can mend us when we break, you. Are the only one we can trust in this world, you. Are the only one who truly knows the ruthless roads we’ve been down, you. Are the only one who can pick us up from the ground when we expel a sonorous sharp shrill while crying on the bathroom floor, you. Are the only one who can say we never let go, you. Are the one who helped us to see who we really are, you. Are us. This is the story of all the things we have been through. Of all the times we have tried to hurt you. Of all the times we thought we would never make it without you. But here we are without you. Letting you go to find the one to replace you. This is the story of all the things we have been through. Of the growing we have been through. Of the watering we have done to our roots, you. Have blossomed from unripened soil, you. Are the new breed of flower that glistens in the darkest sunlight, you. Have made it. Oh look!
There she is. The girl with the most precious smile. The girl with the softest skin. The girl with the most ferocious laughter. The girl that is so stunning, so exquisite, because she is her own definition of beautiful. Her smile is so precious. Her smile is so perfect. But do you know why her smile is so perfect? It’s because practice makes perfect. She practices smiling to cover up the things that would scare people away. She practices smiling to cover up the fact that she feels everything to extremes; that’s overplay. She practices smiling to cover up the fact that the inside of her mind looks more and more like the aftermath of a tsunami everyday. Ask her not to smile. Man! That’ll be the day! The people that shame her for holding her chin high, for pushing her shoulders back to exert her confidence, for showing off her new body that she is so proud of, don’t know what’s actually going on behind that glimmering smile of hers. If those people who indignitize her would look at her eyes, and not the places below her belt that everyone else admired, they would be able to hear the ideas too complex for them to understand, pour right out of them. She would say, “Why do you continuously ridicule me for trying to meet your standards? I tried being confident, but now you just call me arrogant. I tried being sure footed, but you just make me question whether I’m worthy of the path ending in success. I tried being me and that wasn’t good enough either. So what does a girl have to do to make you realize she is breaking inside?” Her smile is so inspiring, they say. Her smile is so intriguing, they say. But she practices smiling to cover up how uncomfortable the stares from men of all ages make her. She practices smiling to cover up how much she actually hates herself and wishes she weren’t constantly being the subject to an order. She practices smiling because she has gotten used to standing in front of a crowd and seeing the sentiment in everyone’s eyes as she speaks because she knows that she has the chance to make a difference and tell them all, “You don’t have to hide for forever.” Her smile is a natural phenomenon, the northern lights, crepuscular rays, a rainbow eucalyptus tree. Her smile is the eighth wonder of the world. She practices smiling to enjoy every moment no matter how atrocious. She practices smiling to find the good in every person she meets no matter how traumatizing or infectious. She practices smiling to conceal her copious, culminating, cautions of what fate holds for her growing faith. Her smile is thunderous to those who listen. Her smile is carrying burdens within the crevices of its lips. Her best friend can hear her say, “Mother, I know you are tired of fighting, but I want to help you get through this. If only you would pay attention to me. Mom, why don’t you pay attention to me? Father, you may be hurting, but sometimes I think you deserve it. It was ages ago, but I remember what you did to me. God, I know you hear me, so please let these people see each other in the light that I see people in. God, why do people not look past the surface anymore?” Her smile, her performance, is stage ready. Her smile screams loud enough so that the stars fall around her in meteoroid showers. Her smile is the shield that submerges her whole being, mind, body, and spirit, so that the piping hot rock and dust ricochet off of her, just as the critics' minuscule opinions do. She smiles so often that the audiences give her performance a five star rating, but what the critics need to see most is this peek behind the curtain. Grief can put out the brightest lights...
Walking into what feels like your own funeral. People you don’t even remember are asking how you are, How can I be okay surrounded by sadness? You’re expected to be there, but all you feel is discomfort. What is the point of creating a gathering of pained people? Death is suffocating... Just the thought feels as if you’re drowning, Why do I have to be here to see the hurt you left behind? Attending a funeral is attending a festival of tears. You have deep brown eyes, everything about you gives me butterflies
You have a perfect smile to match your astounding face, how happy I'd be to feel your warm embrace You possess no flaws not a single issue, when we can’t talk, I sure do miss you To me you shine like the stars above, that’s why you deserve tons of love You have a bright smile, your hair is perfect, remember you are always worth it Your perfect voice I wish it would never hush, every compliment from you makes me blush I walk fast
I clench my phone in my hand Ready to dial a number if I need to I stand up straight And look ahead Trying to give off a sense of strength Because I cannot be vulnerable If I am vulnerable I am a target I am constantly in fear That something will happen to me Like it has happened to so many other girls Why am I always afraid? It's not fair I should be free to walk in public Without the thought of being whistled at Looked at Called at Or something worse But I cannot get Those terrible thoughts Out of my head Walking in the daytime And most of all at night I cannot be alone Because who knows what might happen as I walk I'm outside Urban Outfitters With my family inside I see two guys Walking towards me My heart immediately starts beating fast Ba Boom Ba Boom BaBoom BaBoom BaBoom I turn around I breathe hard I walk fast Trying to stay calm Fighting the urge to run I walk faster And faster Until my feet are practically carrying me Until I reach the door Until I walk inside And slam the door behind me I see them outside the glass window Walking by Not even glancing inside I curse myself for being so ridiculous For being so silly For being so scared But I tell myself Better safe than sorry I've seen it on the news I've seen it in real life It happens to strangers It happens to acquaintances It happens to my friends It happens to me These actions and behaviors are wrong Despicable Demeaning Dehumanizing It’s the reason why so many girls live in fear People brush it off as normal As a part of life But it's not normal It should not be a part of life It's time for society to mend It's time for this to end Enough is Enough Before I was tall and mighty,
Standing so high all I could feel was sun on my face and breeze through my hair, So happy and unaware of all the negative in the world, Living life to the fullest, Then you came into view. You saw me and snickered, Wishing to be tall like me so you lead me on. Making me think nothing could be better than you where eventually I started giving you bricks, I started giving by the month then by the day. Losing so many bricks unaware how low I’m getting Being blinded by you. The shorter I got- the more you grew. Until I became almost a ruin and started begging for bricks back. But you ignored me and looked towards another tower about your height. Feeling foolish for not noticing that all you did was took from me, I stayed down for a while. I could’ve done what you’ve done to me Use another just to grow until there almost gone, But instead of being like you I started rebuilding myself. Straight from the ground up. When you notice me coming up, you attack again and again. Instead of attacking back, I continue to rebuild growing taller and taller than you. Now I'm stronger and taller than you. Feeling myself again Even though you tore me down, I refuse to do as you’ve done to me In fact I forgive you and thank you Without you I would have never been where I am now. So thank you Detective for tearing me down enough where I've learned to rebuild myself into a taller tower than I've ever been. |
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