About Me
- Heiriana
- New Jersey, United States
- Now keep in mind that Im an artist and Im sensitive about my ish. Every since I was young I always wrote poems, songs, and short stories. So of course when asked what I wanted to be when I grew up my first intial reaction was to say writer. Overtime the responses to that answer changed me, but never changed my way of thinking. I was told, "to be a writer was an impractical dream." And "Writing should be a hobby not a career." But in the words of my favorite artist I believe "if they don't know your dreams, then they can't shoot them down". Writing is more than just a passion to me. Like air, it flows thru me. It's my reason for life, my reason to live. My poems are like my diary, how I view the world, life, and love. So feel free to read my poems. Take a look at things thru my eyes, my dreams and my thoughts from living life with my head in the clouds.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
The Fear of Love
There Are No Words To Explain What I Want To Say. And Even If There Was They Wouldn't Say What I Need . Confused In A World Of My Own A Dead Flower But Never A Seed. Locked Up In A Corner My Head Hidden In My Knees. Its Sad As It Makes Me Weak Wanting To Be Stress Free. How Can Something So Equally Right Feel So Unequally Wrong. And Every Time I Think Of It I Can Speak Of Nothing Because My Tongue Becomes Numb. And You Make It Harder For Me Because You Express Your Emotions So Well. If I Were To Break Your Heart My Own Heart Would Break Up And Swell. All Lovers And Friends Soon Come To An End But This One Every One Was Sure Would Of Last. For You Are Like Me, And I Like You. So Thought To Be A Perfect Match. Like A 100 Piece Puzzle With Just 97 Pieces Unable To See The Full Picture Clear. The Reasons Why The Things Called Destiney And Love Are Words That We All Fear. The Sweetest Taboo Yet Not As Deadly As Sin. Needing To End It Not Knowing How Or Knowing When. Yes Its Sad And Deep Yet I Can Only Laugh. Like Deja Vu Repeating my Past. Once before but I don't know with who. Then remembering that I've Been Here Once Before with me before you. I am the bee of the bee sting as i sting you. This is going to kill me alot more than it will hurt you.
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