dancingblackkitty13

Smiles are not meant for everyone. They weren't meant to be displayed for everyone else to see. Only for those who are special enough to find a way to see that smile. If a smile were an ordinary thing for anyone to see on any person in the world, then wouldn't that mean that every one of us would constantly be smiling? But we're not. Where's the fun in that? The light airy feeling of being able to get someone to crack a smile on a usually solemn face. A smile is like a secret between friends.

...Inhale--- ---Exhale... Thank you for staying in my world unlike those who have come and passed quickly just like the seasons. Life is not just winter, summer, spring, and autumn anymore. The leaves remain, in their colorful glory basking in sunlight on the branches. The sky is a peaceful blue in the afternoon yet morphs into a frenzy of bright electric pinks and oranges during the sunset. Temperature doesn't have adverse effects on me anymore... and words have become real here. You've become an evergreen tree in my beautiful little world; never changing, always alive, you remain in tact, yet you cannot see me nor hold my hand. You're so

one second or one hundred years, I just want you to know that I never meant to be so stupid. To lead you down a road of confusion and frustration with skies filled with nothing but a loss of words for every time i see you. My heart's going around in this blender of my misconceptions and thoughts, and soon enough the only thing that will be left is just a bloody mixture of heart-ache and regrets. I wish i could tell you upfront; lay down my thoughts and feelings on a place mat where they couldn't hide or fly away from sight. My fears are irrational, I know, but they're there for a reason: it's protecting my heart from disappointment. That dis

we lead lives with bright smiles and echoes of laughter, but beneath it all there's something brewing in the dark depths. There are those who see what they want to and nothing else. They reject, push away, and even remove something that might bring them to truth of their humanity. What is that something? that something just happens to be what every person who is on "anti-depressants" has... truth. They say they're: sad, angry, or depressed, but these are of things that the "jovial" person rejects and refuses. Don't get me wrong, these "jovial" people are not those who are able to smile and say they're happy, live with a positive outlook for

Right now my hair's dripping wet... as the water falls it only is a reminder of the tears i want to cry but can't... and you're the cause

every day it rattles, every day it seems like it keeps getting heavier, every day the lock remains, that container which holds my heart looking for the key is troublesome to see what's inside that worn out box which holds my heart, my very core i locked that box one day afraid to let anyone see what was inside, in the end i lost the key now it's unknown even to me what exactly is inside of that dusty box that is protecting who i am from the rest of the world i do wonder, however who has that key... or at least where it is now.. did it get thrown away? did it just disappear? did someone ever happen to pick it up... w

there's sunshine splashed on my windows and my happiness is on the ground while the rain is shining brightly down upon us who smile fluffy pink and orange and white clouds, with darkness in our crinkling eyes with just a touch of moonlight in the daylight at midnight.

every day they see me they only can see one part of me they only see what's being shown, with eyes full of sunshine and a smile like no other but wen i look in the mirror all I can see is the strain being put in that smile and the struggle in my eyes to keep from crying today you look at me but you decide to search my eyes find the slightest bit of fear even the smallest tear but there is nothing, only dry eyes you ask me what's wrong and I just tell you nothing, just singing a song you ask what the words are and I say "you wouldn't know it because its a song that i made up about a girl who would pretend to be someone