no one
has any idea how you feel
not me
that’s for sure
not them
that’s more than sure
and you’ll never believe
it gets better with time
til each passing minute carries away a worry
and each day closes the wound on your heart
til the scar fades from red
to pink
to gone
until only you remember
and only when you want to
that it happened.
and then
when you look at your invisible scar
you’ll realize
it got better with time
the big kids all sigh
and say
“i wish i was little again”
but i just shake my head
and say
“not me.”
because now is hard
and next may be harder
but the one thing i know for sure
is that the past is gone
and time heals
those struggles that are over
and you couldn’t pay me
all the money you have
all the gold you can imagine
or all the diamonds in the world
to go through it all again
quick reminder to all my tricky ladies out there on this lovely april 1st that no one thinks you’re pregnant or funny
im crazy about being wild
sometimes im deep as shit n then other times im like ‘selling myself in exchange for mozzarella sticks lmk if ur interested’
i’m searching for that peace
the peace of the rain
as each drop slips from leaf to leaf
and soaks into the earth
the peace of the mist
from an ocean wave on the rocks
as it drifts off into the breeze
the peace of the last leaf
to fall from the autumn tree
as it carelessly drifts to its resting place
the snow on a crisp silent night
the dandelion that sets its wishes free
the sigh of the old tree rooted deep and strong
the peace of a thousand stars watching
wishing their peace on me
whenever i lose followers im like literally ive been posting the same shit for approx 2 years did the most recent tree offend you
if i could make my blog into wallpaper id be the happiest loser alive
it is my birthday
today in music humanities the professor told us to bring in a song we considered a masterpeice
and some kid in my class played circle of life
like ok you win you bastard
hes all up in my george foreman
for lent im giving up love sorry to my many admirers
