I hated you.
you hated me.
you began to like me.
I began to fancy you.
you picked pretty flowers for me from strangers lawns.
it smelt so beautiful.
I smiled as I sniffed the perfume from the flower.
Your hazel eyes watched me.
I never saw someone look at me the way you do.
and I never will quite understand why you look at me the way you do.
sometimes I feel like when you look at me, you're starting to hate me again.
but truth is I fell in love with the way you look at me.
I fell in love with the way you smile at me.
I fell in love with the way we click in the rain.
but I haven't yet fell in love with you.
and if one day I do, I know I wont be your first.
but my god, I hope that I can be your last.
I'm looking at the flowers you gave me and man, they still smell so pretty.
and my heart kind of hurts.
because im afraid that maybe i can never be good for you.
I really want to be good for you.
Im broken and damaged because of my past.
and sometimes you don't make me feel any better.
but most of the time you do.
i have so many fears when it comes to you.
like i just don't want to lose you.
i swear every time i kiss you im afraid that ill lose you.
everytime i hold your hand im afraid you will let go forever.
but forever is what i want with you.
forever is what i feen for.
just for you and i.

Just for today
             I'd like to forget everything
       to lay under the sky
with my hands in the grass
                                 feeling
and not feeling                          
I want to breathe deep          
to smell spring on the air                      
before spring is gone again    
Just for today
                      I'd like to play make-believe
                       that my life isn't a horror
and that all will be well
because right now I just can't make myself
                believe
that tomorrow has a happy ending
or any tomorrow I might have, for that matter        
it just doesn't seem possible          
that all of this terrible  
ends in a wonderful
So just for today
         I want to forget all of that
                  to make memories of the grass
                        of the wind and the sun and the air
I want to pretend    
               that it's alright
     that it will be alright
      no matter where I go
              or what I do
                             I want to believe that there is happiness
                                                       ­                     in my end
                                                             ­               just for today.

Love

Depending on your view,
You feel loved,
A wind that blew,
a thing not shoved,

A lightness of heart,
a redemption of soul,
A lovely piece of art,
That covers your black hole,

A tear on cheek,
Slowly making its way,
Making you weak,
With nothing to say,

A light in the midst of dark,
A star in the edges of night,
A beautiful morning lark,
The hope that makes you fight,

A simple thing called love!