You can hide in that extrovert all you want,
but I can see the introvert doing what introverts do best:
hiding inside.
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 3:43 PM UTC
No one knows how much I love you.
No one knows how much you love me.
No one knows.
No one knows, not even us.
No one knows, not even us until something intense happens.
No one knows.
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 2:50 AM UTC
I feel a void in my soul,
like a storm when it's cold.
I feel a void in my soul,
an empty castle made of gold.
I feel a void in my soul,
it's a sign, that I'm too old.
I feel a void in my soul,
where my magic used to be.
I feel a void in my soul,
like my magic has been sold.
Sold to a stranger.
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 2:35 AM UTC
The window's closed,
A small breeze blows,
So I curl my toes;
Another's open I suppose.
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 2:20 AM UTC
My every wish, is for you,
I think, it's a little for me too.
To every star in the boundless sky,
To every eyelash blown up high,
To every clock shining at eleven: eleven,
To every flower petal flying to heaven;
My every wish is your happiness.
Maybe it's my love or my kindness,
But my every wish is forever yours.
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 2:17 AM UTC
for the sun shining through your hair
and stubborn, indignant passion
for smiles with dimpled cheeks
and the twinkle in your eyes
because the ocean calls you
and the tides pull me in
you saved me from feeling like i'm drowning,
my head's above the water now
and so, now i'm breathing
honey, i'm all in
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 5:21 PM UTC
I am the highest mountain,
my tips tickling the sky.
I am the flickering candle,
that brings light to your eye.
I am the smallest rain drop,
that makes tarns and rivers grow.
I am the twinkling stars,
that show you which way to go.
I am the current of the tides,
and the moon that makes them change.
I am a gift or favor given,
without expecting any exchange.
You see I am not only human,
I own nothing you can measure;
but I am made of stardust,
the universe's greatest treasure.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 5:20 PM UTC
I’m swimming in a sea of warm,
A soft hide-away, which can be worn;
It keeps me safe during a storm,
Stops me from getting cut by thorn;
More cosy than my uniform,
Though, it may be a little over-worn.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC
I am not good at sharing,
but I am good at caring.
I’m distracted by what you’re baring;
I’m sorry if I’m staring.
I’ve just lost my bearing,
from what you are wearing.
I think we’d make a nice pairing,
So, this view I am sparing;
For us to be sharing, which I am not good at.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 4:49 PM UTC
The likeliness of my death,
Increases each day.
So, this is insurance,
To keep you a bay.
If I'm being honest;
This house is getting scary.
Which is not of my doing,
But you know me, I'm wary.
I love you, quite truly
And I need you to know,
That I'm sorry if I've left you,
But I guess, I had to go
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 4:33 PM UTC