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You.
The person I always wanted to be.
Faithful.
Friendly.
Loving and being loved.
Beautiful.
Smart.
Modest.
Strong.
You are the kind of girl every other girl wants to be.
Eyes as blue as the sky and blonde hair like golden silk.
A kind, beautiful princess.
An angel.
You see the best in everybody.
You can make everyone feel warm and loved and cared about.
Because that’s what you do, you care.
Give everyone your love and friendship whenever they need it.
And you are loved and admired in return.
Not that you’d ever ask for anything in return, you are way too selfless for that.
You are such a great person, the best I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet in my life.
I look up to you.
I admire you.
And you are my best friend.
I wonder; what have I done to deserve the honour of your friendship?
You are always there for me, you accept me just the way I am, with all my quirks and mistakes.
I tried to keep everyone on arms-length, but you never gave up on me.
You saw through the masks, the walls I built around myself.
And you earned my absolute, unlimited trust.
I can just be me in front of you and I know that I don’t have to be ashamed.
You respect me that way, the person I am on my innermost.
You understand me like no one else does.
You know what I mean when I am unable to speak out loud what I feel.
You are there to listen, to calm me down, to keep me sane, to hold me back when I’m about to leap without looking whenever I need it.
And I wish I could somehow pay you back what you are doing for me.
I try my best.
I try to be a good friend, a good person.
I try to be as good as you even though I never could be.
Because you are the personification of the good in a human being.
So much better than me and still you give me your friendship.
And as if that’s not already too much to ask for, you also seem to admire me sometimes.
You said once to me that you wish you could be more like me.
Don’t.
You are perfect.
You are like the bright, warm sunshine while I’m the cold, pale moonlight.
Big-hearted while I’m all brainy.
You are sympathetic and understanding while I’m socially awkward and distant.
You are an angel and I am infinitely grateful for knowing you,
having you as
my best friend.
The person I always wanted to be.
Faithful.
Friendly.
Loving and being loved.
Beautiful.
Smart.
Modest.
Strong.
You are the kind of girl every other girl wants to be.
Eyes as blue as the sky and blonde hair like golden silk.
A kind, beautiful princess.
An angel.
You see the best in everybody.
You can make everyone feel warm and loved and cared about.
Because that’s what you do, you care.
Give everyone your love and friendship whenever they need it.
And you are loved and admired in return.
Not that you’d ever ask for anything in return, you are way too selfless for that.
You are such a great person, the best I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet in my life.
I look up to you.
I admire you.
And you are my best friend.
I wonder; what have I done to deserve the honour of your friendship?
You are always there for me, you accept me just the way I am, with all my quirks and mistakes.
I tried to keep everyone on arms-length, but you never gave up on me.
You saw through the masks, the walls I built around myself.
And you earned my absolute, unlimited trust.
I can just be me in front of you and I know that I don’t have to be ashamed.
You respect me that way, the person I am on my innermost.
You understand me like no one else does.
You know what I mean when I am unable to speak out loud what I feel.
You are there to listen, to calm me down, to keep me sane, to hold me back when I’m about to leap without looking whenever I need it.
And I wish I could somehow pay you back what you are doing for me.
I try my best.
I try to be a good friend, a good person.
I try to be as good as you even though I never could be.
Because you are the personification of the good in a human being.
So much better than me and still you give me your friendship.
And as if that’s not already too much to ask for, you also seem to admire me sometimes.
You said once to me that you wish you could be more like me.
Don’t.
You are perfect.
You are like the bright, warm sunshine while I’m the cold, pale moonlight.
Big-hearted while I’m all brainy.
You are sympathetic and understanding while I’m socially awkward and distant.
You are an angel and I am infinitely grateful for knowing you,
having you as
my best friend.
Literature
Twice Shy, Once Burned
Like any innocent child who plays with fire
For the first time,
Mesmerized by the flickering flames,
Mirrored in their glinting eyes
Or like a first love
That sparks to be more than just a simple crush.
They both learn that it hurts getting burned.
Oh gentle flame that wisps of trailing smoke
Light as chaste butterflies on lips.
You caress with warmth on these children's faces and hands
With a radiance of a lit candle at night.
A beautiful attraction that draws nearer to touch.
In the end these children are burned.
Shocked and disbelieving,
Wails and whimpers can be heard
From the newly afflicted.
Clutching their hearts with both hands
Th
Literature
Please Say I Am
Please Say I Am
Sheltered.
Nurtured.
Curious and young.
Following, perhaps even stalking.
Stumbling with thoughts that won’t leave my lips.
My eyes see.
Your eyes can’t or won’t.
I don’t know.
When I spy on you,
My heart feels something.
It feels like hot sunshine
Burning yellow bubbles that burst and burn.
That is good, right?
Then sitting in my darkness,
I whisper your name.
I hope you hear me.
When will you escape your madness?
Will you ever know?
Am I meant to be your girl?
Please say I am…
Please.
Literature
Claustrophobia
Forgotten the sound of everything,
been living in my hall of echoes
for far too long.
Try and move between them and suddenly
I reach a wall.
It's clear, connection cannot continue
to blossom, as long as
you
are here;
this eternal monologue.
Time for this snake to
shed the dead skin of comfort,
no more lying about the negative
not being comfortable.
Rejoice.
Not out of obligation, but
awareness;
watch it join hands with appreciation.
I've found myself at another wall,
so just destroy the concept of walls.
STOP.
CON.
FIN.
ING.
ME.
Dig, dig, dig...
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awesome this sounds like a girl I knew in High School