Samantha ZERR
I am simply a teenager, a hopeless romantic, and a lover of words dedicated to making something our of myself.
Samantha ZERR
I am simply a teenager, a hopeless romantic, and a lover of words dedicated to making something our of myself.
I am simply a teenager, a hopeless romantic, and a lover of words dedicated to making something our of myself.
I am simply a teenager, a hopeless romantic, and a lover of words dedicated to making something our of myself.
You start slowly You really cant walk properly and your body feels wobbly but your happy. you’re starting out Then you slowly get better you can skate now but without the tricks. you just move faster stay upright better and you’re starting to understand how it works then you learn new tricks. simple ones you learn how to twist on the ice you learn how to create an ice spray you get better and better and then eventually, you get to busy you get distracted by your life events and you dont have time to skate you dont have time to learn. sounds a little like life doesn’t
A man rode his bicycle one time he was headed for work he had but one thing on his mind fortune. fame. glory. he wanted to become rich but in his rush to become great he didnt take a moment and wait as he rode daily through the fog he never truly stopped and saw he didnt take time to stop and notice what was in the fog just beyond his focus. everyday on his way to fame he never looked back on the way he came to see what happened behind the door or to see the girl who layed on the floor bruised and broken she lay in pain waiting and waiting for somebody to notice. and yet the man lost in the fog of his mind never once saw the great crime that he passed everyday on his way to work.
i am made entirely of flaws stitched together by good intentions simply a mosaic of events and insecurities held together by the glue of good deeds and though my mind screams that i am simply an odd invention i understand that my flaws hiding in the shadows are not over powering my soft heart for even the glass mosaic of flaws and insecurities is not stronger than the glue without either, the beauty would simply not exist for i would not be whole without either just like a patchwork quilt of rather plain scraps of fabric made into beautiful warmth by captivating stitching i as well would simply be a tangle of thread, scraps of plain fabric, broken glass, and sticky glue. for the flaws and good intentions make up my soul. and either without the other would lose its beauty.
a smile shining bright as diamonds. a smile you created. a joyful soul was mine. but that was the old me. before you stole my reason and love you betrayed my gentle soul and caring heart I used to sparkle like stars in the heavens but now the shine faded to star dust now we are two stars, galaxies apart and you still shine bright, while i form a planetary nebula forever fading till im simply dust and ashes that disintegrate