it's hard to answer the question "what's wrong?" when nothing feels right...

Every mistake I make,
Brings me closer,
To the one I'll put all at stake,
Just to hold her.

The way she will look at me,
Like the way I look at the stars,
The way she will look at trees,
The way I look at cars.

The way she'll genuine laugh at jokes,
Holding her hair back from her mouth,
For whenever she wanted to speak or spoke,

When she says 'I'm happy',
The way I can reply 'I'm star gazer nice to meet you happy'
And get a genuine chuckle.
The way she encourages me,
And the way she'll build blocks for me.

I will meet you one day,
And I'll marry the heck out of you,
You take my word for it,
Mrs star gazer...

I don't know where you are,
Or what you're doing,
But i know you're near me,
Somewhere. ....

Oh please let you be the hottie down the street,
Just kidding.
I'm sure you're beautiful.

Can't wait to meet you,
Your love...
     Star Gazer

"He could not dance",
That was what he was told,
And given a chance,
He might have nothing to behold.

It didn't stop him from trying,
Because upon the dance floor,
He felt as though he was flying,
A bird without wings yet could soar.

To afraid to look a fool, he took classes,
Where he was sat between other dancers,
Attention aroused by female asse....glasses,
He found his one true calling, the answer.

He went upon the floor in stride,
Holding every piece of him up high,
And with every inch of pride,
He let out an ensemble of moves without try.

So if they ever said he could never dance,
Best believe that if he was given a chance,
He could make tears roll down faces,
By the way his body move and paces.

So don't let people define what you can,
Or can't do.

I held myself up,
When they tried to hold me down,
Surprisingly strong enough,
To lift myself without a frown.

They held my head down the water,
Expecting that I would drown,
But I will not stand in front of god's alter,
For I am lifting my head and going to town.

I was made different,
Same brain, same race,
But I was different.
Same smile, same face,
But something was different.
I could never speak in sibilance,
Stuttering stressed sounds and somehow,
Learning to live with who I am now.

My parents told me to value honour and integrity,
But come eighteen years of age, they came begging me,
To fall on my knees and kiss the *** of my overlords,
Between finding me and growing up, I lost my vocal chords,
Never able to project my thoughts,
Because I was to afraid of projecting a rejected side of society,
I wasn't really being me.

I was like a car losing its tyres almost edging its rims,
I had all control over my working limbs,
But I never had a control of my voice and it seems,
That somehow as I grew up I started to fit into seams,
Never the thread to stick out from the patterns,
Always be the one to stand back and watch the shattered,
Picking up the pieces of their lives scattered.

I watched people fall like flies and flies fall like pollen,
And from all of it, the message that I have always gotten,
'Humans will never be perfect',
But it doesn't matter, perfection is mere mortals exaggeration,
Of what it really means to be you.
We live under the same sky, same blue,
So being perfect, simply means being you,
Able to voice your words and keep true,
That the message you're upholding is alive, because of you.
**You are you,
And you are perfect.

she was just a little girl, who was exposed to lies, pain, and bretrayal
all to well; and that's where she fell into reality that felt like hell.

One weekend passes,
I attend my classes,
But there's one realization,
That without hesitation,
I am a better man than I was.
A happier man than I was,
For I conquered my first,
Heart break.

Now off to party yo.
So I won't be writing
As much.

Ciaos.

Cya lovely folks around.

I'll still read so if you
Message me I'll still
Respond.