i was supposed to finish this. but asjkdsh. I couldn't replicate the feellings i had while i wrote this...
I’ve been told that I give bad hugs. People say it feels like I’m trying to escape. It’s probably because I am. Secretly, I get really nervous every time someone gets close enough to hear me breathe. I have an odd fascination with ice sculptures and sand castles. I assume it’s because I usually find myself dedicating time to things that will only last a few moments. I’m clumsy. Yesterday I tripped over my self-esteem, landed on my pride, and it shattered like a cell phone with a broken face. Now I can’t even tell who’s trying to give me a compliment. I have solar power confidence and a battery operated smile. My hobbies include: Editing my life story. Hiding behind metaphors. And trying to convince my shadow that I’m someone worth following.
Description: poems I wish that I wrote.
@PeaceDragon22 1. go ahead and read the poem again, seeing as you didn't understand the first time. 2. the Bible says if you pass judgement on to others, you're going to Hell. I was going to keep going but I don't have the energy to waste for you. I have my own relationship with my God and he said do whatever the hell makes me happy. don't try and tell me what God is. God the real MVP, my first hand wing man to the afterlife, and I'm gonna skate my way into it like a real G.
you: 19 feeling 22 lookin 15 me: 13 lookin 10 acting 6 what a shame...
front porch step.