MY HEART IS A GARDEN I was born with seeds in my heart. It's a rare phenomenon, I guess. The doctor didn't know what to do. He didn't want to make a mess. Luckily, for most of my life The seeds remained unaltered. I was able to run and jump. My heart never faltered. But the moment that I met you, Was the moment that everything changed. Those seeds started to take root. My whole life would be rearranged. I remember the first time you kissed me. It felt like my heart was exploding. You rushed me to the hospital, Ignoring the sense of foreboding. The doctor did some tests, And what he found made him gasp. "There's a garden in your heart!" Words that you could not grasp. Whenever we were together, Flowers bloomed inside my chest. But you gradually pulled away. It was all so hard to digest. When you finally left for good, My flowers started to wilt. You flipped my world upside-down. You knocked it on a tilt. Now my garden is gone. All that's left are weeds. I wait for someone to pick them, So they can plant new seeds.
ALIVE There are alternate realities Ones made of the memories We relive the most And others made of our wishes Actually coming true Let’s find them And let’s destroy them We can turn them Into paper snowflakes And hang them from our ceilings
THIS COCOON There is a place, somewhere far away, that’s probably warm and cozy and perfect just like your embrace. You are there and you’re probably smiling. There is another place, in which I’m enclosed, that is also warm and cozy but not as perfect. I am in there, this cocoon, and I haven’t smiled since you left.
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September 14, 2011 5:20pm UTC
Him: You know the song Grenade? Me: Yeah. Why? Him: Well you know how he says he'll save his girlfriend from all that stuff? Me: Yeaaah... Him: I'd never do that for you. Me: Um alright....? Him: Because I'd make sure you're never in a situation like that •♥ •
So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them. -The Perks of Being a Wallflower