I think our lucky number is
17.
Age 17,
17 pictures,
17 kisses,
On the 17th of
July.

As of right now
There is only one thing
I want.
And that is you.

I didn't realize
How long I had walked
Through life numb,
Until you came along, and
Suddenly,
I felt
Everything

Take my hand and we will fly away
To a place where everything will be okay.
I'll be your wendy if you be my peter pan,
So hold me tight and take me away to Neverland

Won't you tell me,
Do you wish that I
Am yours?
The way that I
Wish you are mine?

My lips still tingle
Whenever I think about
Our kiss.

They say every cloud has a silver lining,
I think that the moment I met you
Was the moment I found it.

Loving you is killing me
But darling it's okay
Because I wouldn't have it
Any other way.

And when your demons
Are stealing the air
From your lungs
I will put my mouth
To yours and breathe
Life into you

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I like pancakes
But crepes are better.

How do I start
What do I say
To explain how you
Take my breath away?
Do I start with your smile?
The way it lights up your eyes
And how that alone turns stormy weather
Into clear blue skies.
I really love it when we talk
And you say always
I don't know why but hearing it
Always makes my day
Do I tell you how I love it,
The way you always seem to care
And how it feels like no matter what
You will be there
I love the way you see through me
And you don't let me be alone
But it's hard because I don't know what to do
Since loneliness is all I've ever known
I love how you don't believe me
When I say that I'm okay
And no matter how hard I push
You don't seem to stay away
You make me feel like I matter
And when I'm with you I can be me
You put up with my stubbornness
And all my insecurities
You remind me what butterflies feel like
And what it's like to believe
That maybe, just maybe
Fairytale can exist for a girl like me.

Roses are red
Violets are blue,
I **** at poetry,
Hi

Take my hand and close your eyes
Together we will learn to fly