The drought in my heart has reached my throat. It's quite ironic though because my eyes are pooling with tears.
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The drought in my heart has reached my throat. It's quite ironic though because my eyes are pooling with tears.
yamaitropvrl
You think my words were about him. You think I am all about him. You think I have let him past my walls. You think every word of pain and heartbreak I conjured up, were about him. Do you think I weren't capable of creating made-up chaos without a man?
You know so little of me. How dare your incompetent rationality judge my personality? You have not even taken the chance of knowing me, and yet--- You have cursed me. You have belittled me. How. dare. you.
Go back to your man. Snap out of it. No one's coming for your head. The world knows not why I had to take my silence. This is exactly why. ---yamaitropvrl (Don't Be Mistaken)
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I can’t wait to buy my own printer and print all these mumblings I’ve been rambling about.
When poetry hits you, you just get knocked down by words and fall unconscious to the world.
Don’t. Don’t you dare open the pages of my life if you don’t intend on reading it until the end. I may not be your genre at the beginning so don’t even try acting like you are into me just because of my covers. I say, pick something worth your while. I may not be that.
So it comes to this — silent nights, starry skies, lonely company. What a way to live this one short of a life!
— yamaitropvrl