I just danced alone at my terrace to the fullest in my own world for whole half hours i loved this thing.......

I do that in the shower it’s amazing 👌🏽

I find my shadows
In your heart
Keep them a secret
Keep them apart

Your eyes Pierce my soul
Your songs hug me so close
Every word you gave to me
Is a tear mine to shove



LGBTQ

Let's go all the way tonight 🤌
No regrets 🙅
Just love 💕 
Yeah, we can dance until we d i e 🫳
You and i , will be young forever ♾️

3am Thoughts

If only you knew what I've been through 
You wouldn't be so cruel 
Your hate would fade 
My light would shine to your embrace 

I assumed we were friends 
But you plunged a knife in my chest 
My blood stained shirt forgotten 
Your eyes so dark and cold

You never saw my pain 
I guess that's my fault 
I never really let you in
I probably should have 

How would you fair in my shoes 
You'd be no better than me 
A hollowed out shell 
You'd have no purpose 

The light would leave your eyes 
You'd be completely broken 
Drowning in the deep 
You'll need a lifeline 

I thought you might be mine 
But you push me under 
The water in my nose 
But do you even know 

By Ozzie Neville 

Bullying

Come...dance with me...🕺🕺 Da...da da da ra pum la la la la 🕺🕺✨✨

Music

Take me home, hold me in your arms, tell me that you'll never let me go. Even though I know it is just a dream my love, I shall look for you for eternity because in my heart you shall remain like a beacon in the night sky❤💫

"someone call a doctor. got a case of a love bipolar. Stuck on a roller coaster. can't get off this ride."

This lyric hurts like heck now 

Narcissism

May this heart learn to break quieter this time, as I let you go again tonight. May these bruised hands learn to tremble less, as they find their way out of the silhouette of your ghost. This time, may this soul learn to fill the void in these veins, as I look for you no more when the Sun comes.”
— Lukas W

Other

A Wanderer's Song
by
John Masefield

 	
A wind's in the heart of me, a fire's in my heels,
I am tired of brick and stone and rumbling wagon-wheels;
I hunger for the sea’s edge, the limit of the land,
Where the wild old Atlantic is shouting on the sand.
Oh I’ll be going, leaving the noises of the street,
To where a lifting foresail-foot is yanking at the sheet;

To a windy, tossing anchorage where yawls and ketches ride,
Oh I’l be going, going, until I meet the tide.
And first I’ll hear the sea-wind, the mewing of the gulls,
The clucking, sucking of the sea about the rusty hulls,
The songs at the capstan at the hooker warping out,
And then the heart of me’ll know I’m there or thereabout.

Oh I am sick of brick and stone, the heart of me is sick,
For windy green, unquiet sea, the realm of Moby Dick;
And I’ll be going, going, from the roaring of the wheels, 
For a wind’s in the heart of me, a fire’s in my heels.


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