I NEED A MIRACLE
I'M FALLING WAY TOO FAST,
I'M SINKING IN TOO DEEP
I NEED AN ANGEL NOW THAT’S WATCHING OVER ME
THE AMERICAN DREAM
IS A KILLING MACHINE
I told my story
i n r e v e r s e
c a u s e
i t hurts.
Girl,
it hurts
TOO MUCH TO BARE.
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Please don't remove this!
Trying to consume the drug in me is you
and im so high on misery Cant you see?
"Satellites" The free The friction It's the reason that we all
become aware And we change For no reason Some say it's better to
fall asleep and disappear It's time we finally look at what we've
done And wake up So here we are We're waiting for a fall And on the
radio they're calling on satellites Like they're going to save us
all So here we are I guess I'm praying after all We're calling all,
calling all satellites This is a wake up call A call for freedom Is
that the reason that we are alive? And we waste our lives on the
wasted Until there's nothing for us left to justify Oh, I don't get
it So here we are We're waiting for a fall And on the radio they're
calling on satellites Like they're going to save us all So here we
are I guess I'm praying after all We're calling all, calling all
satellites This is a wake up call Change No reason Some say it's
better to fall asleep and disappear It's time we finally open up
our eyes 4... 3... 2... 1... Here we are We're waiting for a fall
And on the radio they're calling on satellites Like they're going
to save us all So here we are I guess I'm praying after all We're
calling all, calling all satellites This is a wake up call
one
day
they'll
seeeeeeeeeee
it was
always
me!
I replay
the
moments
we had
together
every
night
in my
head
and
I wish
I could
go back
and
do something
differently
so maybe
things
between
you
and
I could
be different
wrote this a while ago but, what do you think?
*Little Girl is a reverse poem. Once you finish reading the poem read it again but this time from the last line to the first and watch as the story transforms. Enjoy.
Little Girl
Sitting, surrounded by sweetness
There once was a little girl
She played all day
Her imagination engulfing the world
Only joy surrounding her soul
Once but not anymore
She released a shrieking no
With all left in her
She jumped towards the little light left
The demons asked as she sought escape
Come to play in the dark?
Told her she’d never be good enough
Evil words always coming for her
Voices were all so cruel
With utter resistance
She shrieked
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
Listen to us they whispered
You will never be good enough for the angels
You will never be loved
You will never be anything
The little girl had, had enough
Her dreams were gray
Monsters lurked in corners
The nights were oh so cold
There was once a little girl so very alone
Surrounded by monsters, eating her soul.
*Little Girl is a reverse poem. Once you finish reading the poem read it again but this time from the last line to the first and watch as the story transforms. Enjoy.
Little Girl
Sitting, surrounded by sweetness
There once was a little girl
She played all day
Her imagination engulfing the world
Only joy surrounding her soul
Once but not anymore
She released a shrieking no
With all left in her
She jumped towards the little light left
The demons asked as she sought escape
Come to play in the dark?
Told her she’d never be good enough
Evil words always coming for her
Voices were all so cruel
With utter resistance
She shrieked
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
Listen to us they whispered
You will never be good enough for the angels
You will never be loved
You will never be anything
The little girl had, had enough
Her dreams were gray
Monsters lurked in corners
The nights were oh so cold
There was once a little girl so very alone
Surrounded by monsters, eating her soul.
♥ ♥
♥
Its funny how ;
The one person you'd take a bullet for
Tends to always be the one behind the gun.
♥ ♥ ♥
Its funny how ;
The one person you'd take a bullet for
Tends to always be the one behind the gun.
♥ ♥ ♥
