Alyssa Lynn

Oblivious to what I’m trying to say, yeah you’re oblivious. I want to scream cuz I have feelings for you, but you act like your too blind to feel it too. I feel so dumb for even wanting anything…and you’re the one to blame tricking me, making me think you feel the same.
Dumb girl don’t go thinking he doesn’t feel the same, yeah your being a dumb girl, I swear some days he can’t even remember your name. “What am I supposed to do? ” Dumb girl stop, stop. Get the boy out of your head, doesn’t matter cuz all the lines are all read. You gotta give the rest of em a chance, stupid girl, high schools not for romance.
Walking, waiting, why? Wake up, face something. Or take a chance and take matters in your own hands. Or you could always open your eyes and stop being so oblivious, maybe there’s some other boy out there. You know one comes to mind. Oblivious to him your walkin blind.
Dumb girl your being a dumb girl when you could be smart, this boy could break your heart. Dumb girl, quit being such a dumb girl, and let it in…. feel the rush upon your skin. Your completely oblivious to what I’ve been trying to say, just wish you could look me in the eyes and tell me “it’s okay” that you too feel this way.
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I’m not the girl who’ll put out
I’m not the girl who’ll give in
I’m not the life-sized barbie doll, who’ll just let you have her & transform her as you wish
I’m not typical or “normal”
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I need some time, I need a change. Don’t know how to believe in love, when at my age it merely washes away. I need a breath, need some space, I need something today...

Fill me in take the heart, see me, use me to play a part, find me wherever I may turn, fill me in on the lessons we learn.
Yesterday is a memory, tomorrow is too far, I can’t see. Hold my hand, take a chance, let’s learn all over again how to dance.
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Love
Terrifying, beautiful
Wishing, waiting, kissing
Chocolates, dating, marriage, growing
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Dear Mister
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Can’t sleep, won’t sleep scared of what I’ll find when I close my eyes. I’m starting to think I’m not supposed to have someone for me, is that the moral to the story? That’s what I’m finding. I try counting sheep but can’t you see it’s no use?
So fool me, trick me, love me, just to leave me. Don’t try to convince me; don’t bother in trying to sweet talking me. This time the jokes on me, you can prank call someone else for now. Hey you, yeah you, carry on. You managed to make me feel small so congrats. Job well done, guess your mission was accomplished.
Can’ t sleep, won’t sleep don’t want to close my eyes, cuz I know the truth, I’m just some girl, don’t go fooling me into thinking I’m more. Carry on, keep on going. Have a good life, how can one continue to be friends with someone with a “personality” like mine? Now that I know your secret, I don’t know if I can ever be the same. I feel like I went to sleep daydreaming and woke up to find my words nothing but blurred ink on a page. Discovering that ordinary and boring, could be words used to describe, right now.
Fool me, trick me, oh you already did, check mate. You win. Game over, I quit. Sleep, dream, fall, do I dare? No I don’t. Resist, resist the urge. Stupid girl to wake up and think things would be, could be, should be different. Oh but baby you’ll learn in time, this is just one of the first few steps, one of the many low blows to come. But don’t go losing sleep over this, there’s many nights where tossing and turning will come in handy but now is not one of those times.
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The Angel White and the Devil Red in my brain are having some issues; they’re fighting over what’s best for me again. You’d think by now they would give up on this game and instead maybe play monopoly? But no where’s the fun in that, where’s the conflict the danger?

Like pros and cons, waiting for me to decide what would should, has to be done. This war, I watch as if I am merely the narrator, I watch arrows fly yet not one from cupid, for there is no heart but flames. Yes a flaming arrow, while the angel sings sweet love songs, oh no the arrow it’s pierced her vocal chords.
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