Her ex-boyfriend fights hard to win her back
the relation ended of my own hand
We’re supposed to be fighting
at least I think so
But envy and want is all I know

I miss her
I should hate her
my own pride stops me from talking to her

But I love her
Like no other
I forget why I’m mad
my minds in the gutter
my heart flutters

I quit on this meaningless existence.
Time to take on somebody else’s problems
read a book play a game
turn my brain to mush to forget the pain

I shout at her in my own head
reduced to the ravings of a lunatic
Reduced to writing bad poetry
Forced rhymes and tea

you’ve done half the job

and you’ve done it well

My heart’s broken up

you watched as the peices fell

I won’t lie, it’s not just your fault

I gave my love to a theif

now you won’t give it back

you leave me in my greif

Just when i thought i couldn’t get worse

I find you on Facebook, and it brings back the hurt

back with the same old guy, well what do you know

excuse me, I have to throw up, or cry, or maybe both

Girls falsely advertising themselves on fb

They’re not bad, its just sad

Why would I want you when you spellings horrendous

Your grammar is atrocious, now listen here, focus.

Step one to finding a good man, stick your boobs back in your shirt.

Step two, go to school, learn how to spell, learn your own worth

Step three, the best for last. If the guy you like, likes to sag drop it. That’s not swag.

Go to church honey, you don’t need a man. You need Jesus. He’s the one who will heal us.

Learn this lesson well cuz I won’t say it again. Let the Holy Spirit convict you of your sin.

Cuz if holy fire isn’t your bread and butter. You would never get more than half a man. Your life would be in the gutter.

Anonymous asked: What does musingsofthesoul even mean???

musingsofthesoul, or Musings of the soul is based off of this 8 page essay that my english teacher made me write. It was supposed to connect with what we were reading in class. We were basically supposed to delve into ourselves and write about whatever we found. It turned out to be a very… educational experience

Fair Skin hazel eyyes, never cries for a guy

Long hair, doesn’t matter what she wears, I’ll stare

In shape, great taste, I swear this is fate

Perfect smile (at least to me) i’ll always go the extra mile

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I don’t care what you say you’re the perfect girl

Not because you’re beautiful, or smart, although that doesn’t hurt

but because I love you and you love me

with you, I’d start a family

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Travel the world, drink coffee and read, sing stupid songs like we’re crazy

I’d write about you, and draw you, trying to catch your perfection and your truth

What makes you perfect is no single attribute, what I see is my vision alone

beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and what i see I want to make known

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I wrote this for you, the perfect girl

i haven’t met you, but when i do

I know you’re somewhere in the world

I just hope I’ll know when i see you

Books. paper. leather binding, hardcovers kept together by duct tape and the last threads of the original binding. when i think of these things i find solace, i imagine a comfortable seat, a warm drink, tea or hot chocalate, a rainy day, and a pile of books. A good plot is what i need. Perhaps a girl with me in the seat also reading. we’ll trade books around as we finish them, nestled together comofortable reading. Losing ourselves in other people’s problems, in the thoughts of Fictional characters.

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