Every little girl grows up with a dream
to fall in love with a man
who loves her as well,
unconditionally. Every little boy grows up with a dream
to be a hero, saving lives,
and protecting families from ultimate
She’ll want to get married, disaster.
and create a family,
and pour her heart into He’ll want to be known,
motherhood. and wanted to catch the bad guys,
fight at every scene of crime, and restore
No little girl ever believes serenity.
that all of her innocence
will be stolen from her, No little boy ever believes
leaving her tarnished. that superpowers aren't real.
They look up to heroes, and
I never thought that the daydream about being one.
little boy across the street,
would be the boy to take my He never thought that he
innocence. would be the one to take advantage
and steal the little girl across the
I wasn't in love with him, street’s innocence.
and didn't want to have a family yet.
He wasn't a hero, he didn't save my life. He wasn't in love with me,
In fact, he was the bad guy. and didn't know what family was.
Maybe he didn't want to be a hero,
but he certainly wasn't the good guy.
(s.w.)
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
I see my reflection in the mirror and I am I see my reflection in the mirror and I am
delighted. Long hair falls past my shoulders, disgusted. Long hair lies on my shoulders.
lying beautifully down my back. Eyes dead from my need of change. Eyes covered
enhanced by liner, winged at the end, with with thick, black eyeliner, and tinted blue
contacts in, transforming my eyes to an from my hate of glasses. A single fake tooth
emerald green. Perfect, straight teeth giving whiter than the others, caused by a
me a smile so radiant. Thin collar bones childhood accident. Broad, non feminine
leading to my soft shoulders. A stomach shoulders, with collar bones protruding. A
thick enough to hide my ribs, yet full of stomach that sticks out in the wrong places.
muscle. Hips not too wide, yet fill out my Hips too flat, causing my jeans to hang
jeans while leaving enough room for loosely. Legs longer than they should be,
imagination. Long, toned legs that go on for skinny and gangly. Feet the size of a mans,
days. Large feet, arched with long toes, and making it nearly impossible to walk straight.
cute polish. I have grown to love the girl I have grown to hate the girl staring back
gazing back at me. at me.
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 8:15 PM UTC
When I think of you, I know
that I will never be over
our short time together.
It was a beautiful love
affair, full of stolen kisses,
and long hours spent lying in bed
looking into each other’s eyes.
You always knew what to say,
and when to say nothing at all.
All good things must come
to an end. Our love, my sister’s
innocence, childhood. There
will come a time when
they don’t exist anymore.
However, until the day my heart
stops beating, my love for you
will be like the blood flowing through
my veins.
I curse the day that
you said goodbye.
(s.w.)
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 7:49 PM UTC
Something about you intrigued me.
Maybe it was your humour,
Maybe it was your love for all the same things as I,
Maybe it was your smile.
Whatever it was gave me the courage to befriend you.
We spoke about nothing,
That nothing became something,
And quickly I found you as my everything.
You put down your defences for me
So, darling why did you call them back?
Slowly, then all too suddenly,
Just as I came to love you,
I find that we are
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(s.w.)
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 4:16 PM UTC
If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
To the warmth of your breath on my neck,
The sight of your body entangled with mine,
The taste of your lips on my cheek,
The touch of your fingers on my skin,
And the sound of your heart beating with mine.
I wish for the way you look at me,
Your eyes so chocolaty brown,
I wish for the way you kiss me,
Your lips giving me love, and letting it be known.
I desire for the way you make me so happy,
And the ways you show me you care.
I hope for the way you will say “I love you”,
And the way you’re always there.
(s.w.)
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 4:16 PM UTC
I am like a bird.
I have a wide open space,
range,
expanse,
for the adventure that creeps into my soul.
My veins are vacant with the love of exploring,
searching,
investigating,
the different ways to live.
I have always preferred to live alone, with just myself for company.
I seldom feel lonely,
isolated,
apart,
from others.
I am often surveying,
searching,
yearning for beautiful land to build my nest.
However featherless,
wingless,
songless,
I may be, I will never be
flightless.
(s.w.)
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 4:08 PM UTC