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.explaining the unexplainable.My love for you can not be explained just like the love of the sun and the moon. They hide from each other so they not be shamed..explaining the unexplainable.
My love for you can not be tasted like the love between salt and pepper, who's love of flavor makes my yummy supper.
My love for you can not be touched like the love of the clouds and the rocks in the seas, so they weep and wallow because that's all they can be.
My love for you can not be reached
because of the ones who tell us no.
But why should we care what the world loves or hates because we're perfect for each other just like the sun and the
by ~annissa
A Silly Story About My DayA sweet melody casts me from my dreams that I chose the night before. I have to get up. What a bore. But who knows what this day might hold? I get all clean and ready to go. Late as usual.A Silly Story About My Day
A freezing wind attempts to blow me over as I climb into my undisturbed means. I halt to a few lights that simply regulate sanity and then park myself at the very end. It's a race to beat the single-toned bell that could get you into trouble if they see. Five hours and twenty minutes flow through melodies, logic, and literature, And finally I'm freed by that same monotoned bell.
by ~annissa
.this is me..To my darling Evan..this is me.
Did you know:
That I can lick my elbow. That I’d rather be hungry than full. That when I drink something I have to take the lid off so that I know what’s inside. That I love fat things but fat people gross me out. That I hate the words: Slacks Slicker Sacks
But love the word shenanigans.
I despise wet paper. I can’t stand touching sandpaper but don’t mind nails on a chalkboard. That I like even numbers. I hate the colors red and brown. When someone drinks after me I don’t drink the
by ~annissa
.The Sphere of the Lost.Nothing is going to last. Nothing here can satisfy us. So, why do we care so much about ourselves? Why do we worry and fret about how we look or how we act?.The Sphere of the Lost.
I am who I am. You are who you are.
Why live to impress? What's the worth? We're caught up in the words, In the negatives. We can't stand not to have the attention, the light.
Well, I know One that doesn't care I know One that loves the flaws. The snags. The scars.
Everything we have is all apart of His plan. Live for Him and not for me.
Not for them. &n
by ~annissa
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LoveLove is that feeling Of your hands on my face, Giving me goosebumps.Love
Love is that way You make me so mad That I want to kiss you forerever.
Love is sleep, And how I can only do it, When I can smell your hair.
Love is that smile, That smile you smile When you want me to kiss you
Love is that kiss That we steal as fast as we can When you're parents aren't looking
Love is being mad at your parents Because they made me go home An hour early.
Love is missing you Even though I have the rest of m
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he wasted his wishes on wishing.
etsy shop!!!
Yes, it focuses a bit too much on visual arts and allows literature to pass by unseen, but that's the way of the world.
Now, if you want to get people to look at your work, I'd suggest looking at some of the other writers. Favorite some of their pieces, watch some of them, and anyone worthwhile should reciprocate it by doing the same for you. (I'll admit, some are a bit self-absorbed.)
Hope you're having a great day, by the way.
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-I am the heavy wind the brings the storm; the gentle wind that strokes your tears; the steady wind that carries your sails...the calm wind that lifts your wings.
-Belief yields.
-Warning: I'm a terrible visual artist, save maybe photography.
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