Time will tell
Time will tell.
Time will tell..
Time will tell…
TIME WILL TELL!

Like someone who suffers from OCD
I have to remind myself everytime that …
Time will tell!…*

Whenever you show up in my dreams you kiss me…
And in reality I try not to fantasize about it when you are near me

Your smell, Your hair, Your smile, Your skin..
Your eyes, they make my temptation rise

In my dreams I can hear the clock ticking.
.Tik tik tik tik…
I wonder, how long are you willing to wait..

In the morning you make me smile
At night I miss you by my side

All I want is a kiss from your lips,
hold them like paperclips

Grab you by your waist and send you to space

I have all these imaginations in my head and they
haunt me every night when I go to bed

-Mofastafari-

Never, never again?
Not on nights filled with quivering stars,
or during dawn's maiden brightness
or afternoons of sacrifice?

Or at the edge of a pale path
that encircles the farmlands,
or upon the rim of a trembling fountain,
whitened by a shimmering moon?

Or beneath the forest's
luxuriant, raveled tresses
where, calling his name,
I was overtaken by the night?
Not in the grotto that returns
the echo of my cry?

Oh no. To see him again --
it would not matter where --
in heaven's deadwater
or inside the boiling vortex,
under serene moons or in bloodless fright!

To be with him...
every springtime and winter,
united in one anguished knot
around his ****** neck!

I have never been good at hiding my anything
under more than a thin layer of trying
to hold back the parts of me not everyone should see
I am not afraid of who I am or how I feel and I don't think they should be either
but I'm sorry if my sandpaper tongue and teary eyes are too much
I'm sorry for the mistakes I have made and the ones I will surely make
because I'm not very good at knowing everything or censoring my sensitivity
I'd like to think that I was good to him and I'll be good to this one too
I'd like to think I didn't make a mess I couldn't clean up because I'm a little bit OCD
And I don't like admitting that I'm afraid if things out of my control
I don't believe in perfection but I like the bright days and I don't want to be the kind of person
that breaks hearts and makes happiness hard
because I like whole, happy hearts
and I still love him
in the hardest way
the way that makes me want his life to not be a part of mine
because I would just like
some peace of mind

i bring out the child in him.
you'd think by the way he shoots nerf gun bullets at me,
that he would have pierced my heart earlier in the year.
but, he grew on me with his childish smirk and those blue eyes.
when he sips the green tea out of the cup i gave him my lip quivers.
when he says my name my heart stops just as quickly as it started.
when he tells me that i am pretty and that i am worth so much more,
what does he mean?

are the gifts just a coincidence?
are the nice words just nice words?
is everything i am feeling even real?

i kept thinking of
maybe telling him how i
felt about him.
it sounds stupid but
i feel like not only would he
be sweet about it but
that he'd open up his arms and
say that he wants us to be close.
no, i do not mean he'll leave his
fiancé for me, but as in
friendship close.

when even after i graduate
nothing with matter.
we'll be friends and still talk,
go out for a coffee and have a chat.
we'll have a great friendship.
thats all i want.
i just... i want him.
to want to be around him,
and know him and see him
for who he truly is.

i want him to be honest and loving
and funny and kind and my friend.
i want him to be weird with me and to
smile even when i look so, so terrible and for him
to still teach me things even though im not
his student anymore.

i want him.
but, it looks like I'm not even
describing a friendship anymore.