for I don’t know how much creativity is left in me right now.
I may have to take a break and come back to write something that will finally catch your eye.
I’m trying to be who you need me to be right now but, how can I be when the hope and magic that once put a fire under me that burned to strong.
Nothing could stop me from writing for my fingers just needed to type or write on a piece of paper.
And now the thoughts don’t come out or my fingers just don’t feel inspired anymore and even when I do write something good the flow just doesn’t continue on.
It ends with that piece and the next time I think of writing it just feels like I’m poking at a fire that has been gone out in the hopes that it will start-up again.
And the writing and the feeling inside of me will feel the same again and all my work and hopes won’t be so discouraged.
But, every time things slow do that feeling of dread comes over me and I just can’t seem to go on but yet I sit here knowing I’m beyond tired but yet my body and soul has yet to give up even when I know it’s time for me to move forward.
It’s time for me to finally rest my eyes and sleep a little longer for its time to stop fighting and just give up.
The tears will stop falling and I will slowly become strong and closed off again but, right the feeling of being alone doesn’t bother me as much as it used too.
She wore a mask that cloaked all her insecurities from the world
she just needed to be hidden from all the eyes that watched her even if it was just for a little while.
She had so much going on she didn’t need to draw anymore attention to herself, so she did everything that was possible to hide in the shadows of her life just to get by.
She didn’t want many to get to close and find out her true deep and darkest secrets.
But, it was getting harder and harder to push people away when all she wanted was someone to hear her out and be there for her.
That fools someone to believe they are helping out or making more money.
They never seem to think twice for they believe that what they are doing is true
and real and in the end they will save more than they ever could dream of.
Until one day that person disappears and all that money you had invested is gone and the dream is now pushed back until you can start building up what you loss that day.
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If only I had known this was the sign I was looking for, I would have looked closer to the details of who you are.
I would be so much happier now, and you would be mine and the days spent apart would be no more.
Every moment with you would be a sign that what I’ve been looking for was right in front of my face, always smiling and hugging me when I was down and lifting me up again.
I would do anything for you, like make you breakfast on your days off
or do your errands for you so you can just relax a little bit longer.
I know you work so hard so that life could be so much easier for us and for that I would do any little thing just so you feel appreciated when you start to think why am I working so hard.
I’d do anything just to see that handsome smile on your face, to hear your laugh and be wrapped in your arms.
They said you were special the moment they laid eyes on you
the cutest baby they had ever seen.
You always seemed to be so happy
and the talent that came out of you from a young age, blew their minds.
They knew that everything you did would be good and amazing
nothing you did was half done.
You did everything to full amount and you didn’t ever give up when you weren’t good at something the first time around.
Sometimes they describe you as extraordinary but, you just smile and say you’re just like everyone else.
You have passion for the things you love to do and a dream you hope to accomplish and to you so does everyone else and if that makes you special than it makes everyone else special too.
the smile that lifted up my spirit after a long day.
The arms that picked me up when I couldn’t go on anymore
The joke I needed to hear, so that I could laugh again.
The eraser I needed to erase all the things that didn’t matter anymore from my brain and my devices.
Your one of the reasons I have a new beginning and hope that everything will workout.
You’re the reason I’m still fighting this thing called life.
Living for me because you gave up your life for me, trying to do what’s right and praying that things will get better but that I will take something away from all that has happened to me.
I won’t give up for you are there for me now as you were there for me than.
You don’t overwork yourself but you just have the right amount of time and advise to give to those that you love.
Your door is always opened and your arms are always welcoming someone in for a hug
and your smile is always so bright and reaches your eyes.
There never seems to be a moment when you let other things get in your way, you are flexible for you have done so much and lived so long and enjoyed all that you were set out to see.
That now your ready to be put in one spot and you want to help out as much as you can and be true to all that have helped you over the years or months.