I remember trying to touch the moon, because it seemed more possible than you
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 10:19 PM UTC
She was the kind of beauty
That would exist only in
Dreams
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 1:48 AM UTC
You passed a letter to me one summer’s day
Telling me you weren’t the same
That you liked vanilla and chocolate
Swirled together
That you liked your coffee how you liked your men
-you preferred tea
You looked at me with eyes of hope
Filled with shooting stars
I knew a part of you didn’t
Wish me to leave
You feared that the truth would hurt
And I would be like the rest
And turn my back against you
And act as if you were a stranger
I got up and left
And sat down in a bench
I thought about it long and hard
I didn’t just want to say
What everyone else would say
After moments I walked down the path
To where I was to meet you
I looked into your eyes and smiled
You were the same as before
No different at all
You were still the same person
In which I couldn’t live without
The same person that found me
When I couldn’t find myself
You Are the Same
You are the one I learned to love
And love…
Love does not discriminate
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC