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A woman's struggle in love

Im looking for a man thats real now Men are so fake, Thats plain facts right there, There words are wind, There actions are a skit, There lips sings the sweetest songs in our ears, Sadly to our knowlege, it's that path where we drown in with our tears.   They change over time, And for the damn worst, They make these seasonal changes as if they were time, I  dont know, i often think there insane, Or its there every attempt to let us feel as if we’re going in vane.   I just cant manage to watch the paint dry, Nor can i stand to constantly re dye, Cuz like clothes their attitude washes out, That first look, that first glance, ooh that first impression, That sweet sleek leather aroma, that felt like an unfaiding scent, It just disappears, and us, left with urges for it to repair, for it to resurface   They scar us, physically and  emotionally, Our tender hearts they break, We give love and laughter and all they do is take, They take our chance, They take our beliefs and our trust, to them it's like a nutritious power shake, As they gulp and feed, off us,off this shake, Our enegry our time our passion all gone to waste,   When we love, we love for real, Our love is rock hard with a sea to sand bond, We give our all, expecting back their all, But thats it, we expect, So to our dissapointments we will fall, But, ones things true, no matter how long or hard we pick oursleves up, Were strong and beautiful, and we're made for pain, At the end, it's a lesson we learnt all about love games.   We will find the one, our fairytale, The real, the true, he is there for me and you, Be paitent, and calm,maybe silent too, God above will send the right one for you.   Written by: Toni-Ann Lewis Tutslue Inspiried by: A dear friend (poshdoll)                

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Why I hate saying 'I love you'

I love you. Even typing the words makes my skin crawl. The memory of heartbreak is laced through that sentence and to be quite frank, I’m scared. I’m scared of being hurt again. Because every time I say those words and the feelings aren’t returned it leaves me in pieces and it’s harder to say them again. I love you. If I ever say those words, and mean them, I will never leave you. You can’t just fall out of love, ever. That’s why it hurts so much when someone that once said they loved you leaves, because to me, if they ever really loved you, they never would’ve left. That’s the type of commitment I pair with saying ‘I love you’. And if I ever say those words, I’m promising you those things. I love you. Saying the words is almost like signing a contract to getting your heart broken. Because saying 'I love you’, doesn’t mean as much to others, as it does to me. And I don’t want to put myself out there like that, when I know the standards aren’t equal. I love you. I long to hear those words from the person I love, while they stroke my hair and look into my eyes. I long for someone to say that sentence and stick by that promise to never leave. I love you. Because, for me, these words have so much meaning behind them. Because if I ever say these words to you out of my own free will, you probably are my everything, and I’d do absolutely anything to keep you. Don’t force me to say it and don’t be upset if I don’t say it. Because 'I love you’, means way more to me than it does to others. I love you, is my everything.

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I can relate to this so much

she has been through hell the experience hardened her put an armor around her self built by sparkling pebbles and angel tears

gone are the fragile flower the delicate swan the soft bit of coal

now she is like a diamond a flower of stone nothing can destroy her never hurt her again

she transformed herself into a new entity like something out of this world

holding her head high carrying a legacy on her shoulders

she survived she never gave up she has been to hell and she came back

stronger

(Writerscreedchallenge - ‘the diamond flower’)

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I like this, realnesd

Letter to my old self

If I could go back in time, I would tell myself don’t sweat it, that boy you like now he doesn’t age that well let him go chasing slimmer girls, don’t waste your tears he will make you ask why him in a minute.

I would explain that books are important school will take you places, but don’t suppress your love for drama and music shine and be the biggest you, your mom won’t get it but your future… that’s on you.

Don’t Give in to the hype of normality, oh don’t want to be a lawyer, but yea get that teaching degree, get that shit for you then keep it moving hun… be Free. Make that a minor and drama your major cause you are really good… and keep writing never stop people like your work… but leave your book at home… so no one steals it like last time…

not every smile is a friend… you have a really big heart, but here is a list of people who will break it… rip it apart…

No… don’t avoid them, but expect it none the less, they will aid your poetry… help make you be your best.

Don’t judge a stoner, you write about weed so much because you will eventually smoke… but lay off the brownies, trust me babe they are no joke…

I will tell you straight, you are way too kind… but you will meet friends that make you shine, they deserve it. Some people won’t but be kind to all… if you expect things in return… my love please don’t.

Never say never, do whatever the fuck you want… if I could go back in time that’s what I’d say… that’s where I’d start.

-W.Drummond

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"Life is not about the breaths u take, it's about the moments that takes your breath away."

Tutslue

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Garden of love

When rose is into her garden With a thorn protectively beside her, She can flaunt freely For she knows that thorn is brave, noble and strong Willing to fight her battles no matter how hard or long

Happy is rose to know thorn admires her Eyes to see only the beauty of rose From her tiny seeds on the inside to the the glowing petals on the out thorn is inlove with rose thou she’s not flawless but faultless

rose is full of feelings, thriving like the blood rushing thru her veins, Her love for thorn is proudly lingering Like a million cologne when sprayed on a shirt or in a room it stains

And when the sun shines and her petals open Or when springs come ND her leaves av withered and fallen Thorn stick by her side no matter the weather Hes is like a pirate… All about his treasure

And she’s compassionate rising more d more in love as if she’s floating on ecstasy But yes, oh yes, she is floating , on the ecstasy of love This love that feels like a fairytale This love that allows rose to feel like she’s having a honey moon in jail This love that rose knows that with thorn it will never fail

Written by: Toni-Ann Lewis Tutslue

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Crush feelings

crush makes u blush Makes u smile for a while Laugh without reason Butterflies in every season Feelings rushing through ur veins Sending emotional signals to ur brain

The smell of another Ooh that sweet soothing aroma Tickles the nostrils as u inhale Trying so hard to hold on to the scent, u hold ur breath, not wanting to exhale

Fantasies of mild kisses, tender touches Plays it’s day dream game in ur mind Now ur mesmerizing of how ud want to unwind Imagination begins to run wild as u flaunt in your futuristic desires Uncontrollably emotions starts to arise But doubt is on its tippy toes as wonder ask if this feeling is wise

I see with my eyes what my heart desires I want with my mind wat I’ve bin trying to find I crave with my fingers what my hands want to hold Oh how I urge for these feelings to unfold

Still twisted in the crush world As I am wanting this man, as im wanting this girl But complications are trying to create a show Leaving me in the process of unknown while I desperately need to know

Make it work, take a chance No need to rush we can slow dance Like climbing a ladder we’ll do it step by step We can’t predict d future But can create the start of something special with a simple picture With u ND me standing side by side For from there intime maybe in love we will abide.

Written by: Toni-Ann Lewis