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Someone once told me: "If you truly love a person, you will be willing to love their flaws. You will take the bad with the good, because good comes with the bad."

I can love your imperfections.
The question is
Do I love you enough to do it?
I don't want to fit in a certain society,
Just to prove them I'm superior and mighty,
I enjoy no limits, no boundaries,
Away from rejections and worries.

I don't want to be judged,
By a fool's judgement,
I don't want to be rejected,
Like others you've collected.

I'll continue to be myself,
With a promise I'll be no helf,
I will not be rejected by you,
Because I'm not trying to.
P.S. I am not a rejection.
One day you'll find the person who makes you smile.
And I mean really smile -
When your eyes crinkle and the corner of your lips raise ever so slightly
And your teeth burst out like rays of sunshine from the ocean's horizon

One day you'll find the person who makes you laugh
And I mean really laugh -
When you genuinely can't stop
And your sides ache and you gasp for air

One day you'll find the person who makes you happy
And I mean really happy -
When you catch yourself dancing for no good reason
Or singing at the top of your lungs because joy needs to be expressed

And when you find the person who makes you feel and do all these three things
Never let them go.
The doubts I had in the beginning are slowly but surely returning, and as much as I hate admitting it to myself, I can't bear to live a lie no longer.
I ask myself, "Am I happy? Or am I really comfortable?"

My answer still remains unclear.
When I look into your eyes, I see the ocean.
I see the depth, the coolness, the tranquility
I want to look beyond what you show, I want to see you.
And I mean really see you.
I wonder what my life will look like in ten years' time.
It scares me that the future is unknown, yet it thrills me.
I wonder what faces will surround me on a daily basis, if the people in my life now are merely passing through or if they are here to stay.
I contemplate what is permanent, and what is temporary.
I puzzle over what will occupy my time. How will I make a living? Will I be living? Will I wish I could relive my life ten years ago?
I pray God will stay with me, wherever my life leads me. I pray my wish comes true. I pray I will be living in true happiness and find true love.
I think everyone deserves that in this life, at least.
I am seventeen-years-old. It is 29 July 2015, on a Wednesday. I should be doing homework.
I love music.
It takes you to a whole new place, a different dimension. It allows you to travel with time, to go with the flow, to focus on nothing but different rhythms and sounds beating in synchronisation.
Nothing is more satisfying than finding a song that applies to your entire life, that relates to you when no one else can.
Whenever you are sad or feeling nothing but happy, I urge you to listen to a song and allow it to soothe your soul.
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