It's slow dancing with you
in the middle of the street,
or talking about our future
in the backseat.
It's watching movies
in the living room,
or slowly kissing you
in my bedroom.
It's playing outside,
or riding in your car,
it's listening to music,
or just counting your scars.
It's being with you
that made me comprehend
why people search for love all their lives
and why they cry, when it ends.
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 11:04 PM UTC
Have you ever experienced something so magical?
So unbelievably wonderful
and delightfully breathtaking?
Beautiful and precious,
That keeps you going
until the end of the day?
Fills you up with great happiness
and a needing, a wanting
for more, after it stops.
It's quite unique, that feeling.
Ever so stunning,
with an aftertaste of a marvelous sublime.
Why, I think I would spend the whole day kissing you if I could.
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 11:16 PM UTC
Hello.
I know we don't talk.
And I know we've stop seeing each other.
But, I can't stop thinking about you.
After I heard what happened to you, I don't know what to do with myself.
I know you're strong.
And I know you can do this.
I admire your courage.
Because I wouldn't be as strong as you.
I guess it true what they say: "Sometimes it rains harder on the people who least deserve it."
Only 15.
So young and so full of life.
So pretty and so wonderful.
My thoughts and prayers go out to you,
beautiful girl.
Such an unfortunate soul.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 1:25 AM UTC
It comes naturally to me.
My passion, my pleasure.
It always has.
I can make up stories in seconds;
I can make you awe in minutes;
I can entertain you for hours.
Stories about princesses and princes,
Young people falling in and out of love,
Magic or no magic.
Past, present, future.
Writing has always come naturally to me.
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 2:21 AM UTC
Words, everything is unheard,
no actions, everything is absurd .
The things you say make me doubt ,
wondering what it's all about.
And now I'm here, alone, with pen and paper
while you're there with a girl named Gwen or Jen.
It makes me ponder,
and I so wonder, if you're still with me
or with her.
Can I trust you?
There's nothing I can do,
I've got you like the flu.
There's nothing I can say,
so instead, I'm writing this essay.
Making me lose my mind,
losing all my senses, going blind.
I'm way too young
and honestly, it's like I'm losing a lung.
This jealousy is killing me,
it's drowning me like the sea.
I'm done with all of this,
but I still need that kiss.
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 1:18 AM UTC
roses are red,
violets are blue
my eyes are tired
knowing it all can't be true
roses are red,
violets are blue
I'm filled with dread
and it's sticked like glue
roses are red,
violets are blue
I want it all out of my head
maybe down at my shoes
and so roses are red
and violets are, of course, blue
feelings are better of dead
one of these days, I'll lock them in a box
and not let them through.
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 1:12 AM UTC
I really want to thank you,
For not letting me be blue.
For filling me up with feelings
Of reds and yellows
And making of me, a complete rainbow.
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 1:05 AM UTC
Put me under your wing,
don't let me come out and be hurt.
Put me under your wing,
where I'll be safe and happy
and nothing will harm me.
Place me next to your beating heart,
where each beating creates a lulluaby.
Place me next to your beating heart,
where I'll know you'll always be there
just as well as you'll know too.
Take me wherever you go,
don't forget me and leave me out in the cold.
Take me wherever you go,
doesn't matter how far you plan on going
and doesn't matter for how long you'll be leaving.
Put me under your wing,
Place me next to your beating heart,
And take me wherever you go,
And by just doin those three things, I'll be
At my safe haven
Where love exists
And hurt is just a word.
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 1:03 AM UTC
Lo quiero Lo odio
Me encanta Me desespera
Lo adoro No quiero nada con él
Es mi príncipe azul Es el dolor en mi trasero
Es el amor de mi vida Es la persona que más detesto en esta vida
Pero, al fin del día, es lo mejor que jamás me haya pasado. . . .
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 12:50 AM UTC
Le tengo miedo a la vida.
Igual que al amor y las amistades,
A las mentiras y las verdades,
Y al ser igual.
A las cosas que no entiendo,
A personas que no conozco,
Y la obscuridad.
Miedo a las alturas,
Miedo al lastimarme,
Y miedo de no ser suficiente.
Pero yo quisiera un día sin miedo
Un día donde cualquier cosa podría pasar
Y donde el miedo sólo sea otra palabra.
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 12:30 AM UTC