" Kiss me right here " and he points to his lips
I paused to think
"Come on "
Do it he says
No.
You'll steal My heart , Then you won't know what do with it I said
I thought back to the one and only boy before this one, I kissed every inch of him
To me it meant Everything , but all he said was
**"It's Not Like We ****** or Anything"**
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 1:49 AM UTC
Querido libro ,
Tengo una adiccion
A todo lo que es ficcion
Quisiera vivir entre tus historias
Quiero ser parte de tus memorias
Me das alegria con tu
Sabiduria.
Me encanta los monstros
Los heroes y los villanos
Cuando no te leo , te extraño.
Querido libro,
Te amo
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC
Everything can mean anything
And anything can be something
Something can mean someone
Someone can be me .
And that's why I can be
Everything I want to be.
BUT
That's just a pretty logical fallacy.
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 2:40 AM UTC
It's been 8 days since this healing has begun
Since your fradulant presence has not stung.
And slowly my body drifts
Towards the so called healing sun, ..
But why does it burn ? It won't let me turn
Turn away towards my once so familiar cloud.
Time takes me towards the smiling sun, yet I grasp the matterless clouds
There's no going back now , your eyes are not in my memories now.
I'd rather be in the rain , if it meant
I would remember your name.
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 1:53 AM UTC
Mad questions
Ask us
The thinkers will congratulate
Thus
Let your imagination run free
And happy you will be
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 2:59 AM UTC
I don't like to be lonely
I like to be alone.
I'm not conservative
I'm a romantic!
Not antisocial
But PRO self exploration
PRO reading and writing!
I'm not boring
I'm simple
I'm not smart
I try hard
I'm not a judger
I'm a feeler.
I'm not insecure
Whatever you think I am,
I'm not.
I love life just the same as the extroverted.
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC
Night is like my heart's brother
One like the other
My heart is always at rest
It needs someone to detest
Love is hate's brother
One like the other
My heart is too calm and too still
Where are the flames
That are suppose to instill these youthful years
Night is too quiet and nimble
Am I really that simple?
I want to feel butterflies
Fall deep into someone's eyes
Will I be discovered ?
Or forever be stuck under these covers
Perhaps the dark sky is not just a brother
It is my entity.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 1:40 AM UTC