Is it weird that first time meeting him, I see myself growing old with him?
Is it weird that I wanna be the sandwich he's eating right now?
Is it weird that I can't think straight when he's smirking?
Is it weird that his smell before shower is my favorite scent in the world?
Is it weird that I'm still having a crush on him even after a bad haircut?
Is weird that he can change my mood from ***** to puppy?
Is weird that laying on his chest is better than on my bed?
Is it weird that even after life, I would still choose him?
Is it weird that I'm writing a poem about him?
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 6:24 AM UTC
He's the man of my dreams
His eyes glitters seeing me
His pleasant words tickle my ears
His smile amazes my 18 year old self
His lips against my neck intoxicates my whole body
He's the man behind my poems
His eyes are lonely looking at me
His hurtful words stabbing my heart
His frown aches my bones
His last kiss brought tears and never ending rain of my life
He'll always be the my almost forever.
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 12:38 AM UTC
Don't give your heart to a broken girl
You'll have to see all her flaws and madness
You'll see nothing but all her tears
You'll hear nothing but silence
She'll waste all your time without talking
Loving her will not be worth it.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 7:06 AM UTC
I've been silent for hours
I don't wanna talk to anyone
Talking to them would be useless
Talking to them means I have to care
But I'm done caring.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 8:16 AM UTC
A lump in my throat
I can't speak
I wanna scream
But only a silent scream
from inside
It's everlasting pain
that I only feel
I can't figure out
everything,
All I could do is cry
My world is black and grey
Never white or red.
I'm smiling but
inside i'm sinking
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 12:53 AM UTC
Have you seen a dead flower?
Thirsty, waterless and dry
Wanting to live but everyday
seems hard to get by
No one ever noticed until
she's withering slowly
Her calmness and beautiful
colors starts fading
Green petals turned dark and
frail
The sky never stops crying
But even Mr. Sun can't revive the
dead flower
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 12:47 AM UTC