Growing up, I wanted to be anything but be like my parents. I remember how I would would wish that I had been born into a different family.
By Moriah king4 years ago in Poets
“You’re young,” “You’re time will come,” “You’ll find somebody some day,” “Just be patient,” But that’s not what I want to hear.
You wanted me to let you do me wrong Without expressing my hurt. I’m wrong because I cared? I’m awful because I let you see
By Moriah king5 years ago in Poets
What ever happened to when we would Cheer for the underdog? What happened to us Standing up for what we believe in? What happened to when we would
By Moriah king5 years ago in Futurism
I saw pictures of you with her, today. I’m happy for you. I’m happy that you have found someone. As I looked through the pictures,
I think I like you. I like the way you look over and smile at me. I like the way you grab my head instead of saying goodbye.
It was that I thought you didn’t see me for me now. I thought you didn’t see who I turned myself into. Who I am portraying myself as a person now.
Memories. Objects. Words. Everything that reminds me of you. Gone. I tip the bucket over the bridge’s railing Memories splash into the river
She knew what she was losing How much she would hurt. The ache she would feel From loving you. But at the same time,
Sunshine of happiness Sun ray of love. Bright, gold and shining the light on joy. That’s who I was. Who I was described as.
