pencil meet paper

September 27, 2011
By StellaStar27 SILVER, Greenville, South Carolina
StellaStar27 SILVER, Greenville, South Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
“To me, “FEARLESS” is not the absence of fear. It’s not being completely unafraid. To me, FEARLESS is having fears. FEARLESS is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, FEARLESS is living in spite of those things that scare you to death. FEARLESS is falling madly in love again, even though you’ve been hurt before. FEARLESS is walking into your freshmen year of high school at fifteen. FEARLESS is getting back up and fighting for what you want over and over again… even though every time you’ve tried before, you’ve lost. It’s FEARLESS to have faith that someday things will change. FEARLESS is having the courage to say goodbye to someone who only hurts you, even if you can’t breathe without them. I think it’s FEARLESS to fall for your best friend, even though he’s in love with someone else. And when someone apologizes to you enough times for things they’ll never stop doing, I think it’s FEARLESS to stop believing them. It’s FEARLESS to say “you’re NOT sorry”, and walk away. I think loving someone despite what people think is FEARLESS. I think allowing yourself to cry on the bathroom floor is FEARLESS. Letting go is FEARLESS. Then, moving on and being alright…That’sFEARLESS too. But no matter what love throws at you, you have to believe in it. You have to believe in love stories and prince charmings and happily ever after. That’s why I write these songs. Because I think love is FEARLESS.”
― Taylor Swift

pencil meet paper.

heart meet mind.

thoughts meet hand.

hand meet pencil.

pencil meet paper.

my notebook is my refuge,

my pencil is my translator, shines light on the darkest parts of my mind.

and as emotions run deep,

thoughts run rapid

my pencil flys on the paper

lead forms letters

letters form words

what lies behind this pretty face?

so much pain, so much heartache,

locked inside are my feelings

hidden away are my emotions

but , every so often my heart breaks loose and meets my mind

then my thoughts find my hand

my hand finds my pencil,

and my pencil meets my paper.

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when I cant sleep I write..

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