Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it DEFINITELY makes me believe in something...

I saw you at the bus stop,
hair flowing with the wind.
sounding like a beautiful song,
a queen without her king.

I said Hello, & you said Hi,
I knew it was love at very first sight.
We just stared into each other's eyes,
& we didn't wanna ever say goodbye.

I fell for you when you laughed at my stupid jokes, this became more than just a little hope. I missed you when we didn't talk on the phone, I knew you were perfect, you had a beautiful soul.

But now you got me writing all these silly little poems,
& in thought of you just forever hoping,
that you miss me too the way that I do u,
because it seems the words "I love you" are no longer true.

Maybe I'll call you, Maybe I won't,
this can't be real, it's just a dream.
It's nothing but a fantasy, Love isn't that easy or what it seems.

What happened to everything I grew to love about you? Your voice used to make my heart drop.. Now I'm starting to regret ever  saying hello to you that day at
the Bus stop..

By looking at the moon
I knew that i'd lose her soon
Because this is the game I tend to play
The game that'll hopefully end someday

Though I still don't know who you are,
someday I hope you wont see this scar
This mark that says I've been through a lot
Somethings I'm glad that I forgot

You know my rule
So Try to be cool
& Don't get too attached
Cause I can't promise ill catch

So beware that's there's a lot
you don't know
& That I'm a young man still
learning to grow

My heart has been a war zone for sometime
So beware once you enter because there's no telling what exactly you may find

sperrys on his feet, frost on his head; you cross his path; now your dead!
Words in his mouth, eye can never keep count... He needs to cool out!!!
Rider for me: even though we don't agree, he's a shooter for the Queen! As it shall always be!!!!!

My geeteeaye shooter, ain't nothing cooler!

Why lie?
Why waste my time??
I'll never understand
why you told me you loved me, when u obviously didn't...

I don’t write poetry.
But your name rhymes with sky
and it rolls in my mouth.
I don’t write poetry.
But I still feel your hand on my hand
as if your thumbs left indents.
I don’t write poetry.
But our hips brushed at the stoplight
and I couldn’t say Go.
I don’t write poetry.
But the names of those men
sound all wrong in your throat.
I don’t write poetry.
But you hugged me too long
and I never wanted to leave.
I don’t write poetry.
Because when I mumble the words, I like you,
The words can never do justice for what I really feel.

The sky is blue,
and although you might be too,
Jus remember, where there’s clouds,
sunshine will always break through..