"Write me a poem, Write me a poem" he said.
And this boy and those words never left my head.
Where do I start , where do I end.
Do I begin with my feelings or do i begin with his.
Do I write about his pure soul or do I write about his words.
As every hello he greets, down came the night,
And **** I wish it never comes to an end.
No matter the trouble, this boy is in depth,
A poem that's always in my head.

Touching those walls, seeing those people, realizing that this will be the last time I'll be here.

When I write, I am in my own world. An entire different world.
Putting this world into words to bring it to vitality , where the true me indepth exists.

My thoughts are my enemies, and overthinking is my best companion , joining along with my soul that ignited the two different worlds , as the world inside my head and the world where my unfortunate reality lays , are connected in those writings of mine.

Once I hold my pen, it seems like I could write endlessly for eternity.
The intellectual me is raging for more and more vitality , it's deeply intricate where my thoughts and those worlds meet.

But my thoughts are the biggest cravers for their freedom. And there, in my mind , I live and in words and letters , I expose my true inner self.

I missed—
Never mind, it was time to let go.
I used to wish I’d never met you
but if I hadn’t,
I wouldn’t have assessed what I wanted or
what I needed.

But I wish you the best,
And to eventually find her.
Treat her better.
Love her better.

But not before I,
Because let’s be honest here:
I’m too sensitive—you said it yourself.
You were never mine; a year’s worth of time
Will make you realize that.
I still love you though,
I’m still here—don’t worry,
it’s strictly platonic.

But don’t forget I was always good to you.
I will always be good to you.
But I’m better to myself now.
And even though it still hurts a little—and
This moment presses ******* the wound
You left,
I don’t regret a **** thing.

Smile,
     my dear,
for my love is always near.

Laugh,
      my love,
happiness isnt something to be afraid of.

Enjoy,
     my sweet,
our life as we walk the street.

Love,**
    my dear,
from my lips, a sweet song is what you'll hear.

A place where we come together,
Is a place of love.
A place where we write.
Like, comment and admire.

When you join us in this age,
You will see.
How we think, feel.

Writing is more than just putting words to paper.
It is home,
Where you are accepted.

Breathe in,
My life is within you.
Feel that force in your heart.

This is real enough for you,
Don't be confused.
Stay with me...
Please..

Don't abandon me..
Baby please don't leave..
Don't give up..
I wait for you always.

I promised you,
A promise that I wilt not break.
Don't abandon me...
You belong to me..
Forever and Always..

Even in Death,
Our souls are entwined.
Entwined by eternity's breath.
Of Desire.
Of Love.

Now breathe..
And enter the threshold..

I like words with meanings
Flowers with fragrances
Nights with stars
Gems with imperfections
And you with smiles :)

I like colors with life
Teas with sweetness
Spring with rain
Long hugs and late mornings with you :)

I like the rhythm in your laugh
And the deep blue of your eyes
The lean of your body
And the veins in your hands

Buy mostly I like the way that you look at me
Those eyes when they shine so bright and twinkle
In your arms is my place to be
You make life so peacefully simple
:)

My mind wanders,
When I think about you.

I always wonder when we meet,
What will you think of me?

Will you love me...?
Will our hearts bind?

I always wonder,
I love you.
Do you love me?