Beauty, Strength, and fire,
Those three things do not define her,
She is from the wonderful works of our designer,
Be careful, for she is a fighter,
And she will get,
Whatever she desire.

Interwoven with silver and gold,
Its priceless, it cannot be sold,
Diamonds surrounding the love so fine,
Beautiful, and ****, I wish it was mine.

Look at me,
I see your demons, dancing in your eyes,
The pain in them, as clear as the skies,
I understand them fine,
So I'll dance with your demons, if you'll dance with mine.

The struggle is real,
Most love is fake,
The hate you can feel,
Its all written like fate.

Expressing emotions,
From unseen explosions,
And flinching at motions.

Maybe I don’t tell you enough
That being with you
Hasn’t just been an idea the past two years
It’s been my fantasy

And no more losing hope
Or letting you walk away
I’m putting my foot down
Because you’re my fantasy

My only fantasy

I’m running out of words to write,
But it’s not because I’m out of ideas.
I talk to you in poetry,
Each message containing a memorable line,
One that I could paste here,
But feels too personal- too real to record.

But I’m still here,
The Sean you fell for,
The Sean you can’t stop falling for.
I’m just adapting,
Learning to say the things I want to say,
Instead of posting them.

If I had a purple crayon
I’d draw us together

I’d erase all our problems
Creating a world for the two of us
A world we can be happy

We’d forget what our problems were
Living carefree in each others arms
All because of this crayon
It fixed our mess for us

But I don’t have a crayon
And we’re here now

I’d ask you for a crayon
But I think I have for years