By. Lauren

I know I'm just a teen but I have my needs.
I have my dreams.
The life in a city.
The fun of a day.
Living the life I have always dreamed.
A day with you.
A need of mine.
Without you my life is only the dream of a teen.
What more can I be?

By. Lauren

They said what I didn't know wouldn't hurt me.
Did they know it would drive me insane?
The words I didn't know making me think.
What they made me say.
I said what you didn't know wouldn't hurt you.
Why couldn't I see?
These things will always drive one insane.
These things will always hurt someone.
They will always make one think.
It's time for a break.
Time to make a change.

By. Lauren

Time.
You asked me to waste my time.
Take a second or two.
Can't you see I've got things to do and places to be?
Time.
Time is gone.
I can not waste it on you.
I'm sorry but I have no time.
Today you have wasted enough of my time.
So tomorrow I would just like to remind you I've got things to do and places to be.
That does not mean I have time for you.
Goodbye.

By. Lauren

I was never much of a love poet until the day I met you.
Love poems always made me cringe until I met you.
Their rhymes always tasted like poison until I met you.
Until I met you a poem about love sounded like a story of prison.
A cell one could not escape.
Until I met you a love poem sounded like starving children.
A needy guest thriving off its host.
Just now that I've met you a poem without love is a poem lacking feelings.
Without you my poetry is bland.
An empty house only the poorest of visitors feel welcomed in.
My poetry without you feels useless.
It's as if it's not worth reading.

By. Lauren

5th Avenue.
Where I first met you.
Where your eyes met mine.
Where our lips first locked.
5th Avenue where I knew I loved you.

By. Lauren

Is this really real?
Are you really here right now?
I heard the knock of a door.
Just my mind deceives me.
Are you really in my bed right now?
Or do I just want you.
Do you actually know my name right now?
Or am I dreaming?
I'm afraid I'm dreaming.
Pinch me if this is real.
Am I even writing this or are my thoughts just racing?
Am I just playing a game
Or are you here in my room?
In my bed next to me.
My heart is racing.
Is yours too?

By. Lauren

There once was a time I could look into your eyes and actually see life.
Now it's just a fantasy.
No glimmer of hope not even of chance.
All I can see is death.
You are not gone from this world yet.
Where has your fun gone?
Once upon a time you enjoyed time.
Now all you see is black and white.
The minute hand never seems to move to you.
You do not hear the ticking.
Everything is frozen to you.
You do not see the play button.
Can I help you?
Just this once.