How can I can describe how I feel about you? How can I, when, when we talk, My brain goes numb and my words are gibberish. And my words, they are left unspoken...
When we message, I attempt to flirt, But I was absent the day They taught that in school. And my words, are left unspoken...
I wish I could tell you how I truly feel, But, again, These words are left... Unspoken.
I have written something like this when I was younger but have since lost the book they were in so it was nice to read this and be remembered of my own work. I think we all feel like this as young adults. feeling so many strong emotions and unale to draw up the courage to do anything about them. so we write to help dull the ache.
I have written something like this when I was younger but have since lost the book they were in so it was nice to read this and be remembered of my own work. I think we all feel like this as young adults. feeling so many strong emotions and unale to draw up the courage to do anything about them. so we write to help dull the ache.
Aw, very sweet, though it is a frustrating problem. You expressed it well. Eventually, true friendship will probably take over where shy infatuation leaves off, and you will be able to speak from the heart. It takes time.
I apologise for the delay in getting to this request - and to any others if you have requested them. I am afraid studies have unduly exercised their tyranny over my life once more, so much so I fear I shall not be regular in these reviews. Grovelling over I shall press on to the piece at hand.
What a sweet little work, wrought with all the naivety of those coy and shy glances that the tongue tied lover of a narrator would employ. It is honest and does not seek to hide its feelings, it would seem that perhaps here the words are found?
That fear of not knowing the words with which to express oneself is such a universal quality, that it is deserving of being called a human quality perchance. We feel inhibited in saying words when we feel that they demand more than our due, humility punishes honest and good people.
As for the matter that the piece addresses, like all here I advocate an expression of emotions. Though I do not acknowledge as some that anything can last forever, believe me, there is no such thing as great suffering, great regret, great memory...everything is forgotten, even great love. So what is left to us then is to find solace in revolt, in to create from this nothingness and meaninglessness a meaning which can deny and surmount with scorn the cold, cruelty of the universe! So I say revolt! Speak, express, feel, and deny yourself nothing - not the pain, not the happiness, not the pride, nor the shame. Be in love with life, with the wild and limited universe of man.
Apologies for rambling. I liked this piece enormously, it is short, sweet and without pretense. I would not hesitate to recommend it to others.
Certainly relatable, sometimes fear of rejection gets in the way of expressing your feelings about someone. The words just mysteriously disappear in the air between. That nervousness, and yet that smugness has been well portrayed in these words. This is very sweetly written, and I liked the free-flowing stanzas, intrinsic to that kind of clueless feel. Nevertheless, hard it may be, it's always advisable to tell her, because then you'll never know how the other thinks.
I'm twenty-two years old and a musician at heart, but I took up writing five years ago. I'm hoping to get published somewhere, so I'm trying out this site.
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