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Perfection
As I gazed at you in the hall, I finally got all those songs about loving and wanting someone so badly, it hurts
You look so prefect standing there.
Your jokes, your laughter, your smile.
They’re all like gold.
I’m consumed by your perfection.
Until. You walk up to another girl, and kiss her.
Emotions swirl inside of me .
I realize my fantasy is only a fantasy
And my dreams of you, of us, are like an ocean in the desert, far from perfection

True Colors
You were my first real love.
I thought we had something special,
And maybe, just maybe, we had a future together.
It was my birthday,
You told me there was another girl
You said it was serious.
You said you were sorry.
That was enough for me, but no.
You had the audacity to go on.
You just had to tell me everything,
You said it with a smug pride in your voice which was just grinding salt into the wound.
Then you tried to honestly tell me you still loved me!
Like I was your toy that you left for the dogs, and then, only after someone said something did you grieve.
Now, all I can see after that night are your true colors. The colors if filth, lying, and arrogance.
I wish every girl that drooled over you knew. Knew what a narcissistic PIG you are.
Tears swell in my eyes every time I think about it.
And, you, you could care less. So I hope you’re happy with your new toy, because soon she’ll see your true colors too.

IT HURTS
I crash onto my bed, which now feels like bricks
I let the headphones deafen my ears, my pain, and my sorrow.
I think of what I thought we had…love.
No… it hurts.
I squeeze my wet, blurry, eyes shut, as tears roll down my face.
I don’t want to see anymore, I don’t need to see anymore, not the birds, not the bees, not what we had, not her, and defiantly not you.
I don’t want to find myself starring into your deep brown eyes
It hurts
I don’t want to feel anymore.
I don’t want broken love to surround me at night, when I’m laying in my bed, alone.
It hurts
I don’t want to feel love anymore.
I don’t want to feel joy, or happiness.
It reminds me of you, of what we did have
Of what we could still have.
It hurts
I smell my hoodie for comfort as I curl up, into a ball on mt bed,
it smells like you.
It smells like your sweet cologne that plays with the air, and tickles my nose as you pass in the hall,
It hurts.
I sometimes hear your voice in my head,
It starts out sweet, like honey,
Then it grows, and turns bitter.
It hurts.
I sometimes feel you next to my bed at night,
But when I look up, nobody’s there,
I think that’s what hurts the most
I’ve wasted so many wishes, so much time so much love, on someone who doesn’t even care,
Someone who will never be there for me,
Someone who won’t remember me tomorrow,
That hurts
It hurts when your arm brushes against mine,
Or when your arm bumps my hand, as you pass.
It hurts only because I know.
I know it’s the closest we will ever be.
And I don’t want to know.
I don’t want to know how much you miss me,
I don’t want to know the thoughts and dreams that wake you up in the middle of the night.
I don’t want to know why you can’t look me in the eyes anymore,
I don’t want to know,
It’ll hurt, too much.

(sorry it’s a bit long)

By: LeenieLuvsMonkeys

Anyways from what I remember in the dream. I was in a house and I was walking around playing with some toys that were sitting on a shelf near me. The house is peaceful and other kids are there with me occasionally playing with toys as well. I dont pay much attention to them. When I rest, I lay next to a brown tiger (in my mind I think it was a male tiger). Its sitting down and just looks around. He eventually gets up and starts to walk out the house he’s going down the porch steps and I see him stand like a man. He’s suddenly in a black suit like he was going to work. He turns his head to me and out jumps from the house a white tiger with a pink ribbon around her neck (so i take it she was a female) she jumps on the ramp of the porch and roars at the brown tiger. He roars back . (at this point i feel that’s his wife and she’s upset over his leaving). I get on a motorcycle or bike (i dont remember)with the white tiger i think and I see on the way a married couple (bride still in white dress N groom in suit) on a motorcycle about to turn, the bride looks annoyed. I laugh and keep going straight. I think I go up a hill and Im at a grovery store. There is alot of food there, the white tiger still follows me as I shop. I remember going back into the parking lot and then i get back home again. I lay down next to one of the tigers again and the house starts to flood. I see the toys floating and the house filling. I’m not panicking I’m on the tiger’s back and its swimming me to a door.

I think i wake up then. Cuz i cant remember anything else. Anyone have any ideas what the white tigers mean? I’ve suddenly been seeing them in my dreams alot. Most detail gets best answer.

Thank you.
I’m only 16, I want to be married one day but I’m in no rush. I’ve never dreamed about any married couples or anything before. All I want is a long lasting loving marriage. Thats about all I can think of when it comes to the subject of marriage. I am also not involved with anyone that was previously married.

And the toys were hard to remember. I think I remember for sure a toy car and a sail bout b/c when the house flooded I saw the boat floating the direction I was be led.

Hope these details will help any other interpretations.

By: Black_Death

and it feels so realistic, i get so worked up with myself in my dreams because im running slower than most people walk.

does it mean something? or is it just a dream… i just started to think something of it because i dream this alot

By: CANNYFANNY