Just like your handwriting
You’re a mess
You hide yourself
By cunning words
Trying to disguise how you really feel
But that’s okay
I see right through the facade
You are the type of guy
Who sometimes cries alone
In his room
The type of guy
Who teases and messes with girls
Making them feel awful
Because it’s hard to express how you really feel
You are the type of guy
Who never shows his inner thoughts
You don’t believe anyone will understand
The chaos in your mind
But that’s okay
I see right through it
I am the type of girl
Who’s willing to put
My heart out there
However
You are the type of guy
Who never sees
A girl like me.

If You only Knew How Much I Really Want You With Me. If You Only Knew how I Miss The Time When You Just Wanted To Spend Every Second Of Your Life With Me.I Miss You A Little, A Little Too Much, A Little Too Often And A Little More Each Day.I'm Waiting,hoping And Wishing For The Time When We Can Be Together Again. I Miss You So Much.

As a writer, I learned to dance with
my demons at the typewriter,
and poetry is the song
of the struggle that ended
in an entwined embrace.

To understand,
the different dimensions
that tortures one's soul;
is the reason why I write.
That is the reason for my existence.
That is what freedom means to me.

Arms to hold us up
when our legs buckle
from under us
and lips to kiss us
good morning.

It is your laugh,
that **** cosmic spell
that bounds me so
passionately.

It is your gaze,
that **** enchantment
that keeps me in orbit
perpetually.