his body fits so well on top of mine.

his shoulders are freckled blades of beauty.
the muscles in his arms move and stretch as he reaches down to stroke my face.
his back is a smooth slate of speckled marble,
carved carefully.

I look up into his eyes.

they're oceans flooding my mind.
they drown my soul in wonder.
the oceans roll back into his head
as he leans down onto my body.
he breathes warm, sweet air onto my neck.

then,
it's finished.
he pauses.

at that moment, we are a complete puzzle, because his body fits so well on top of mine.

You want me to say that four letter word and mean it.
But I don't know yet if that is true.
Forgive me for my caution you must understand.
The last time I said that word, it nearly ended my life.
I'm not dwelling on the past, but I need some time.
Because Love is one of the few things I give a **** about.
Another is you which is why I cannot hurt you by saying that word to soon.

I’m the shy girl that nobody likes.
I try so hard to fit but everything that I do only brings me down more.
But then I realise that I’m younker in my own way.
So I gave up fitting in with everyone.
So I sit by myself at school now wondering what is next for me

Her smile ignited in her toes and reached all the way up to the creases by her eyes as she laughed at him. "You can paint anything in the world and you choose to paint a flower?" She chuckled.

He thought about her words and decided to spill out the truth "I chose to paint this flower because it is beautiful and the only thing more beautiful than a flower is you. I cannot capture your laugh, the way you look at me, your whispered "I love you's", the blue hue of your eyes and your cheshire smile on a piece of paper. A thousand shades of paint couldn't even begin to do you justice, my love."

I'm tired of being told to grow up,
When they know that I'm able
I'm sick of being called 'Punk',
Because that is being labelled

I don't know what to become,
I can't work hard at school
When I make a mistake or trip up,
Kids simply yell at me "FOOL!"

I try to find an answer,
Each and every other day
I really am in the need of help,
And I put myself in shame

It's frustrating not knowing ME,
For myself I'm a little shy
I need to figure this one out,
But tell me, who am I?