A wild flower grew from nowhere
and so her feelings for you
As dark as night without the moon
that's how you see her desire for you
Even if she walks ten thousand steps
she will never reach you
A grain of sand—  that's all her chance

But would you believe she still prays and hoping?

She's make-believing

*-Steph Dionisio, October 02, 2015

She has innumerable scenarios in her mind but you are her favorite
She's drifting by your smile and simple hello's and then her words are lost
She wonders about your thought and the difference between fantasy and reality
She always see tons of ways to find fondness in you
She doesn't want to gamble her feelings for something unsure yet caught herself lost in the idea of you
Though for a moment she's stuck in the delusion of being with you
She tries to stray from the illusion of loving you.

-Steph Dionisio, October 06, 2015

How could I keep myself away from admiring you so deeply, when the breathe of my heart is dying to know you deeply?
How could I run away from this disturbed emotion, when you to me is a beautiful distraction?
How could I make myself believe that I am only daydreaming, when every words you say my heart is pounding?
How could I end this reverie?
From your beautiful soul, I cannot flee.

*-Steph Dionisio, October 08, 2015

Listen, it's a beautiful thing
when distilled to its essence;
reduced to its purest form.
A paradox and a paradigm;
a paragon of perfection.
Epic in its arythmetic
progression; poetic.
Like Chinese arithmetic,
so hard it hurts. Yet soft
and exquisite, like a bubble
of love caught in a beating heart.
That place where poetry starts.

I don't want to be myself
she has too many secrets
I'm drowning in them and
there's no shore in sight
I keep too many things to myself
and it's poisoning me from the
inside out, I need help but
I don't want it...
someone drug me or fill
my bloodstream with alcohol
anything to erase my sense
of self, it wont help but it'll
let me forget for a night