•i've lived a thousend lives•

Four girls writing poetry, short stories, songs, and anything that comes in mind. Get into our heads.

[aintnobodyfuckingwithme]

The fact of losing you had come to my acknowledgement, and once again I’m down. Feeling lost and so alone. Damn you for getting my trust, damn you for leading me on. Once again, I have been replaced, Easily forgotten, and the memory of our friendship is long gone. You were my friend, a special one. But I guess the feeling wasn’t mutual, you left me, without second guessing and all over again I’ve been betrayed. I can’t help but wondering, where did I go wrong? It happens every time, am I meant to be alone?

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[words-ofloyalty]

1: Words of wisdom, Words of remorse. It's easy to speak, But so damn hard to talk. Chorus: People say whatever, they never think, never. Words are feelings and actions are thoughts. This world is so cruel, People can't be taught. 2: Stop shouting, stop being loud. You can still be yourself without faking out. You don't have to curse in order to harm, No matter what you'll do, You've lost your charm. Chorus: People say whatever, they never think, never. Words are feelings and actions are thoughts. This world is so cruel, People can't be taught. 3: Intensity and power, that's what fills your heart I know it feels good, Before you hit me just alert. You took my whole, and my life are in your hands. So treat me carefully Don't mind it if I crack. 4: Karma's a bitch, I will get my revenge, But till then, I'll continue pretending deaf. People say whatever, they never think, never. Remorse is bulshit, It doesn't mean a thing. People let you down, They linger on the feeling. Try to calm down, go for a walk, It's easy to speak, but so damn hard to talk. - Y.B

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[words-ofloyalty]

What do u do when all hope is gone? The person you trusted the most had betrayed you, and everything feels strange, It's all a blur. I feel weak and empty, they've all seen me cry. I like being strong on the outside, but now they know, good girls do cry. Happiness is overrated and so is love, why bother when eventually it would end? Why get hurt when you can die instead?

-Y.B

[words-ofloyalty]

Darkness

  You are to me

either a warm, sunny morning,

or a dark cold night.

but maybe

my eyes could get used

to the dark.

-K.M