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You told me I was too too unhealthy to ever learn to love, I was sick. I needed help.
You said, "maybe, in the future our paths will cross".
Do you not understand there is no future for me? I want to walk on your path.

Dear Diary
   I've always dreamt
of being kissed under the moon,
with such passion,
I practically swoon.
   Only to be caught
by two strong arms,
and be swayed, yet again
by his good looks and charms.
Dear Diary
   Strawberries and wine
seem divine for the time
I have in mind.
Sitting on a blanket
and under one
of stars, for when
the sun
is no more.
   As he walks me to my door
I silently wish for
a peck on the lips
his hands on my hips..
sparks flying,
knots tying in my stomach,
butterflies never dying.
Dear Diary*
   My name is realization
and I am a crazy...frantic...
hopeless romantic.

2:34 am

as I lie down breathing
wondering if
tomorrow will ever come
your image quickly
passes over my head.

all these colors I see
in the dark
made me thought
that the dark may hold
feelings, too.

but my grandmother once said
"never trust the dark
for it shields
its true breath"
the thought of it
leaves me wary

so all i will
ever think about
is your eyes
your smile
your lips

i could feel it
and i could see it above me
for i am no longer afraid

a.o.

I'm a prisoner
locked up in a cell that is myself
I long to break free
from self tyranny
cause when I not myself
I have no identity
just a breathing unknown entity
living in serenity

I am, I am optimistic realist
I see the world for what is
and I think it could be better
I am, I am a haughty piece of humble pie
I boast my strengths yet wonder why
I think I am any better, than anyone

I'm so adjective I verb nouns
I scream in a dream but it makes no sound
we all want want to be heard
from the herd
but one cry turns to many
until you can't hear any
just a rumbled, mumbled symphony
that continues on eternally
saying
we are, we are all just wanting to be loved
though we tend to put ourselves above
so it's harder to love others
if we could, and we could, we could change our world for good
if we loved ourselves and our neighborhood
and treated strangers like our brothers
and say
your beautiful
you have heart gold that you enfold
'til your heart
get ripped apart
then you piece it back together
but now it's worn and tethered  
but please don't sell your heart of gold
for the price of silver
cuase
you are, you are brighter than superstar
if you raise yourself than you the raise bar
and make the world much better
you are, you are the lyricist in your own band
but If your plans don't go as you had planned
well it's probably for the better
just let go, then you'll know that freedom's the lack of control
just reach deep down into your soul
and then you'll find your answer...