I do not have the body of David.
Sculpted and chiseled from the hands of an artist.
I do not claim to have eyes
that were kissed by Aphrodite herself.
My skin does not glow
under the scorching sun.
The world does not flock to me,
and not a lot of people
are quite fond of me.
I am not what you wanted
and what you asked for.
But this is life,
and in this life,
we shouldn't ask for more.

i yearn...
what most people take for granted:
~ to hold your hands
~ to look into your eyes
~ to kiss you good night
~ to whisper in your ear 'i love you'
i yearn for the mere joy of being with you
........all that i am......i yearn for you...

*You are of the gentle things in life,
like a warm mug of coffee on a cold night,
big comfy sweaters to sleep in.
You are of the beautiful things in life,
like the sky when the sun rise,
the way your face lights up each time you smile...

paint me with all those messy colors and broken brushes.
paint me with your rough hands and scrappy fingertips.
paint me with all your love and your regrets.
paint me in a dark room with uneven breath.
paint me with dried out lips and the tip of your tongue
paint me all night till you're halted by the sun.

rarely do my lips actually open, anymore
it's always my hands that do the talking
mimicking my own voice
with the sounds of pens scribbling against crumpled and reused pieces of paper

the speech has to fight through my mouth to see light
having been out of order for such a long time, my tongue has been algaefied, my teeth eroded, and my lips rusted
social media
has killed my
social skills
and i'm two feet tall, trapped behind a sheet of glass, with an empty speech bubble hovering over my head

I may not even be an adult yet. But I still know what I want. I'm not asking for perfection. Quite the opposite indeed. I'm looking for someone who knows how to fall. Who knows how to get back up. I wish for a girl who would love me with all her heart, for I would do the same. I hope to find a girl who doesn't care about ***, someone who is fine with just cuddling and being close, no promises of promiscuity. I wish for someone to call my own. In turn, I hope for someone to call me their own.

I woke up
with a little more life
with a little more light
to open up my eyes

and I see you there
and I understand
why I just don't care
about world's problems

'cause all I want is you
and all I need is you
my island of happiness
in the sea of loneliness

You kissed my cheeks
and you kissed my lips
and I must admit
my heart skipped a beat

and I closed my eyes
and see you inside
my own universe
my own paradise

Far Far away she lives
A little disturbed a little curled
Making her way in this big big world
She reads me like nobody else
Pulling me out from my little shells
She tell me things, No one else tells
Ring in my heart , a million bells
She want things
Things I can never give
Far far away she lives
Far far away she lives

Correct my mistakes
   Not my life
     So I can learn what to do
    When to do them
   What to pay attention to
     What to forget
   I'll be a monster if I want to
         Or a innocent flower

I can only imagine what it feels like to be loved by you.
What your lips feel like pressed against mine.
To feel my hand intertwined with yours,
When our eyes meet,  
And my heart stops,
Until next time, *my love

for once in my life I felt beautiful,
and I felt like I was enough.
for once in my life whispers didn’t matter,
I was someone no one could touch.
for once in my life I was committed
and didn’t feel any pressure,
for once in my life I was risky
yet had never felt more secure.
for once in my life, those 3 little words had a meaning,
and for once in my life I meant them
and I thought you did to.
for once in my life I let someone in,
and tried not to push them away.
for once in my life I am heartbroken,
because for once in my life I cared.
for the last time I will feel this way,
for the last time I will cry,
but for once in my life I was vulnerable,
and for once in my life I am sure
that I will never be anymore.