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lovelyisall:

scared of starting out
of putting myself out there
of letting it go
what have I gotten myself 
into? 

lightningtheraintransformed:

icamewithflowers:

icamewithflowers:

everyone who reblogs this before the 11th of January will get a little drawing representing their URL it might be a literal thing or just my take on it. I will submit it to you as soon as but you will get it no matter how many notes this gets.

Okay let’s make it till the 6th.

Hmmmm this has me really curious.

(via lovelyisall)

How dare you call your self a good husband when you leave you wife with nothing How dare you call your self a good father when you beat your children with your fists and your words How dare you call your self a man when you cower in fear How dare you say you love her but sleep with other women How dare you say you care what I have to say when you silence my words when I speak You are nothing To me, to her,to him you are nothing You are the only man to believe your self something But to every one else you remain nothing

(via nerdgeekgamerdork)

You creep your way into my thoughts
You’ve made my heart your nest
You thrive on my tears and heart ache
You have made me hallow and dark
All I ask is for a chance
A chance to explain how sorry I am
Although it’s not entirely my fault
But for you I will take blame
A chance to redeem me self
A chance for an explanation, why do you hate me so?
A chance to show you how much I truly feel for you
But no, you will never again feel for me the way I do for you

Sometimes I lay on my bed silent as possible
Hoping that if I lay as still and as silently as possible
That I can take it all back
I Hope that time will change back to before it happened
Before you happened
I want to forget you, but at the same time I again be your everything
And you mine
I know it can’t happen but it’s nice to dream

Can you hear?
Are you fucking deaf?
I’ve been screaming my self mute for you to fucking hear me
No mater how hard I try you still can’t hear me
I’ve cried my self to sleep countless times
You have left me in your past
You are every thing I want in my future
In my eyes you are perfect, you can do no wrong
You have broken me, and torn down my walls
Yet, I forgive you
You are still every thing I want
More precious than air
All I want you to do is hear me

The child lay still The child lay cold The child lay dead with a story untold This child lays still on a bed of soft white The child is alone and yet no one see For she was more than believed to be Beaten every day, yet she’s done nothing wrong She ran from her abusers to leave it all behind Tragically salvation she would never find The child lay still The child lay cold The child lay dead with a story untold The child was being watched from a spirit up above This entity pure, and indefectable to say the least She was watching with sorrow upon the defenceless desist For this women was special in every way possible She was a creation of God, almost as perfect as he She was to take the child’s soul and finally set it free The child lay still The child lay cold The child lay dead with story untold This women appeared with her head hung in sorrow As beautiful as this angel was, the picture was ghastly In the depths of a cold wood, the child lay under a blanket of stars spread vastly The child had gotten her self lost amongst the never ending forest Eventually the child had grown tiered and had been lost for days She lay upon the frozen ground, and slowed her mind to daze The child lay still The child lay cold The child lay dead with a story untold The child could no longer fight, she was tiered and distraught She soon fell in to an unawaking slumber Surrounded by dead cold lumber The women remained silent as she stroked the child’s face The spirit of the child rose towards her new blessed dome This child now has a place to call home The body lay still The body lay cold The spirit is free, her story’s been told