It was many and many a year ago,
  In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
  By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
  Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
  In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
  I and my ANNABEL LEE;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
  Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
  In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
  My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
  And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
  In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
  Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
  In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
  Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
  Of those who were older than we—
  Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in heaven above,
  Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
  In her sepulchre there by the sea—
  In her tomb by the side of the sea.

Many people are so focused
on the wrong thing
looking for the right person
instead of being the right person for someone

I don't know what real love looks like
maybe it’s what we read in books—
or what we see in movies
and just maybe it’s your eyes
or whether what i feel for you is
love or infatuation
and if it's infatuation
let it enough to make you happy—
to make you smile day after day—
to keep you warm in the dark.
if it's infatuation
let it be with me day and night
from dusk till dawn
so i never get to hurt you
because i think love—
real love involves pain
and I never want to hurt you.

-Vibeactivist

that one song
with melodies so surreal
that lifts my soul to another plane
with marmalade skies and
unfazed beautiful sunsets—
where your thoughts are clear
and the noise is simply cancelled and
my heart stays stable and at ease
where my worries vanish as it plays
with that one song

it's the words i don't say
it's the words that i don't mean
that makes loving me so tiresome

it's the love i once lost
it's the memories i still have
that makes loving someone so hard

it's the apologies i never said
it's the fights that never ended
that makes moving on surreal

it's the poems i never wrote
it's the stanzas that were never finished
that makes my poems remind people of love