Memory That Brings Relief by bookworm1221, literature
Literature
Memory That Brings Relief
The sigh, the gentle closing of the eyes
When I look back on the memory that's hidden inside
Through all the chaos, the noise, the insanity
This remembrance brings relief to me
I walked down the stairs, in almost a glide
That way you looked at me, like I was something divine
I knew then and there, that though your words were few
That your heart was saying a gentle "I love you"
So whenever the world is about to swallow me whole
I don't focus on my unsightly mole
Instead I think of this fond memory
And of the relief that makes my heart sing
"Look at yourself" the mirror called,
"You think you are the fairest of them all?
Ha! That's not what you are!
Look at that face, not a beauty by far
Or look at that hair. Ha! A rat could call it home
That stomach of yours looks more like a dome
Than that long pointed nose that looks like a duck
Ha! You try to tell me that you don't give a
It's lies my pretty that get whispered in your ear
No guy in his right mind would call you his dear."
The girl in the mirror, tears grew in her eyes
And though it was truly the mirror she despised
She listened to its words and they rang in her head
Telling herself she was worthless and b
Fall of the Three Musketeers by bookworm1221, literature
Literature
Fall of the Three Musketeers
The Fall of The Three Musketeers
"All for one, one for all" was their triumphant cry
Little did they realise that their friendship was a guise
For one fair day after victory so sweet
From their friendship Porthos did retreat
The others could not believe their eyes when he turned in his sword
Porthos was the one that held them all together, the one that always kept his word
But despite all of the battles, the bravery in his face
Porthos was weak, his heart not in the right place,
And so the brotherhood dissolved. The trio was no more
The one that they all trusted had sprinted out the door
Aramis was hurt beyond belief
He yelled at
Memory That Brings Relief by bookworm1221, literature
Literature
Memory That Brings Relief
The sigh, the gentle closing of the eyes
When I look back on the memory that's hidden inside
Through all the chaos, the noise, the insanity
This remembrance brings relief to me
I walked down the stairs, in almost a glide
That way you looked at me, like I was something divine
I knew then and there, that though your words were few
That your heart was saying a gentle "I love you"
So whenever the world is about to swallow me whole
I don't focus on my unsightly mole
Instead I think of this fond memory
And of the relief that makes my heart sing
"Look at yourself" the mirror called,
"You think you are the fairest of them all?
Ha! That's not what you are!
Look at that face, not a beauty by far
Or look at that hair. Ha! A rat could call it home
That stomach of yours looks more like a dome
Than that long pointed nose that looks like a duck
Ha! You try to tell me that you don't give a
It's lies my pretty that get whispered in your ear
No guy in his right mind would call you his dear."
The girl in the mirror, tears grew in her eyes
And though it was truly the mirror she despised
She listened to its words and they rang in her head
Telling herself she was worthless and b
Fall of the Three Musketeers by bookworm1221, literature
Literature
Fall of the Three Musketeers
The Fall of The Three Musketeers
"All for one, one for all" was their triumphant cry
Little did they realise that their friendship was a guise
For one fair day after victory so sweet
From their friendship Porthos did retreat
The others could not believe their eyes when he turned in his sword
Porthos was the one that held them all together, the one that always kept his word
But despite all of the battles, the bravery in his face
Porthos was weak, his heart not in the right place,
And so the brotherhood dissolved. The trio was no more
The one that they all trusted had sprinted out the door
Aramis was hurt beyond belief
He yelled at
Just because I don't speak
Doesn't mean that I'm stuck up
It doesn't mean I think I'm better than you
It actually means I'm shy
Just because I sit alone
And don't try to make new friends
Doesn't mean that I don't like you
It actually means I'm shy
Just because I have my head up high
Doesn't mean that I'm stuck up
It doesn't mean I think I'm better than you
It actually means I'm shy...
And am trying not to be...
I'm Sick Of Being Nice by bookworm1221, literature
Literature
I'm Sick Of Being Nice
I'm sick of being nice
Of listening to what you say
Of pretending your stuck up attitude doesnt bother me
I'm sick of being nice
Of laughing at your jokes
Of taking your insultes
I'm sick of being used
Of you always copying my homework
Of always helping you with your problems
Yet when I go to you I get nothing in return
I'm sick of being used
Of no one listening to me
Of being treated like crap
While being nice to you
Is it really that hard to be
The type of friend I've been to you
To listen to my problems
Without changing the topic to you
Is it really that hard to care
To treat me with respect
To notice when I'm there
I went to you for help
All I wanted was someone to see
These things on my wrists, these whelps,
And to tell me I wasn't crazy.
But what did I get?
I gave you my pleading prayer
You didn't even fret
You didn't even care
You're suppose to be my friend
You're suppose to catch me when I fall
To be there til the end
Through thick and thin and all
But now I have my doubts
I am starting to think
If my light went out
You wouldn't even blink
"Look at yourself" the mirror called,
"You think you are the fairest of them all?
Ha! That's not what you are!
Look at that face, not a beauty by far
Or look at that hair. Ha! A rat could call it home
That stomach of yours looks more like a dome
Than that long pointed nose that looks like a duck
Ha! You try to tell me that you don't give a
It's lies my pretty that get whispered in your ear
No guy in his right mind would call you his dear."
The girl in the mirror, tears grew in her eyes
And though it was truly the mirror she despised
She listened to its words and they rang in her head
Telling herself she was worthless and b
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