Mixed Emotions

April 16, 2012
By Honewisacat SILVER, Clarence, New York
Honewisacat SILVER, Clarence, New York
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Favorite Quote:
“Here's what's not beautiful about it: from here, you can't see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You can see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town. I mean, look at it, Q: look at all those culs-de-sac, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.”
― John Green, Paper Towns

I can’t stop this;
The feelings inside.
It’s so wrong.
Perhaps it’s always been right?
Together we will find the light.
Each day you burrow deeper,
Into my mind.
You’ve stolen my thoughts,
Such a stunning crime.
A fight of passion,
A fit of rage.
It’s true, they say I’m a tin man.
My heart was cold until
You I saw,
With all hell’s intensity I finally thawed.
The one I want I cannot have.
This is truly a curse,
One I cannot cope.
So I pray for an escape,
I make my way.
I will fix my broken heart
And hope it stays.

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