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 Jun 2013
Sir B
Its supposed to be beautiful
Its supposed to enchant you
and make you want for more

But.... *does it actually?
 Jun 2013
blythe
Every girl like me dreamed to have a prince charming,
Who will treat me as his princess.

I want my prince charming to be -
Handsome,
With really cute smile;
And when I'm walking with him in the mall
Other girls couldn't stop staring at us,
Wishing they have a prince like mine.

I want someone who sings well,
He'll write songs for me
And keeps on serenading me,
Making my me blush all the time.

I'm quite a tall girl,
So he must be at least 4 inches taller than me.
So that even though I'm on my stilettos,
He would still stand tall.

But as I grew older,
I realized that my childish imagination of my prince charming has changed;
Just a decent-looking guy is enough,
I no longer care if he sings well;
I'm no longer too particular of his physical appearance
'Coz I realized
That what's inside his heart is what matters most.

Now, what I want is a sweet guy,
Who will turn ordinary days to special ones,
Keep on surprising me
Making me always happy.

I want to have someone who -
Will genuinely love me;
Is trustworthy;
Will get my family's approval and respect them;
Is a God-loving one;
Will truly care for me;
Is dependable;
Will be true to me;
Will accept me for who I am really;
Will always be there for me.

Whoever he will be,
I will love him for eternity.
 Jun 2013
Claudia Lewis
The things I would do
For a donut or two
A tall glass of milk
And the presence of you
 Jun 2013
Kyleigh Anne
we met in seventh grade
by eighth you had to move away
I was left with just the thought of you
only because you never knew
I loved you
time passed by before I saw your face
I was creeping around on myspace
I shot you a message telling you how I felt
one came back and you felt the same
from there nothing changed until senior year came
in less than no time
you were all mine
inseparable we've been ever since
I couldn't be happier to call you my Chris
Love inspires me to write.
 Jun 2013
her
last night
I came to the conclusion
that
every time you leave, I
die a little inside
and
I don’t want to tell you
‘cause
if you knew
I’m not sure whether you’d
stay in effort to keep me alive
or if you’d
keep on leaving until I’m

dead
 Jun 2013
Jacobo Raymundo
Eyesight blurring as eyelids droop
The world is not intelligible to my sight
Yet I see an image clear as day
It is you, it is you again
I see your eyes peering back into mine
And I relive the days of past
Again and again and again and again
I miss you
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