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One day, I want to be
the girl who gives him a heavenly glow.
One day, I want to hold his hand
and never worry about letting go.
One day, when we're old and married
I want him to be ready to catch me.
One day, I want to be
the only person he wakes up to see.
One day, he will be mine
and all we'll have is time.
One day, I want to be there waiting
for the moment when he comes home.
One day, I want him to dry my tears.
One day, I want to reflect on past years.
One day, I want to be the only reason
the sparks in his eyes never die.
For one day, our love will last forever
even through the stormiest weather.
One Day…
There are times when
you probably wonder if I pretend,
I don't pretend to know what love is.
Yeah I might not know
what it is for everyone else.
But I can tell you
what it is for  me.
Love is knowing all about someone.
Yet wanting to be with them,
more than anyone else.
Love is trusting them with all your might,
being able to tell them the unknown.
Without the fear of being left alone,
or starting a fight.
Love is feeling content
but every time they are around,
you still manage to get weak in the knees.
Love is just a word…
Until someone comes along,
and gives it real meaning.
That someone is you,
and that love is your love.
In just 13 days...
We'll be forced to go,
our separate ways.
There are many words,
I have yet to say.
But knowing me,
that could take all day.
I'm counting down,
until the end.
When we walk
out those doors,
and a new chapter will begin.
You promise me,
that you will stay.
You promise me,
everything will be okay.
How can you be sure?
A lot is going to change,
maybe I'm just immature.
You're so ready,
why do I pull you back.
It's for the best,
but it's you I lack.
They say a lot of things.
But it's me,
who has to believe.
That when you love someone,
you'll set them free.
If they come back to you,
it's meant to be.
The truth is I'm scared,
to continue without you here.
I'm scared,
to shed just one tear.
I'm scared,
we're going to fall apart.
Because you know,
I love you with all of my heart.
I hate that I love you,
and I know you hate it too.
Because it seems like
all we want to do,
is forget about me and you.
When you break my heart
you tell me to give you another chance,
that you can do better this time.
I hate that I love you,
because I accept everything you do.
But even then…
You take my kindness for granted,
make me feel single handed.
What you can't see
is that it's only a minimum of pain,
I can be demanded.
When you act like you don't care
it's so hard to sit,
and watch you stare.
You'll always have a place,
in my heart.
Even when it seems,
we have grown far apart.
You can't go anywhere,
you were there from the start
I hope I have a place,
somewhere too.
Because it hurts,
to say I love you.
I am from being a younger sister,
to having divorced parents.
I am from being an Aunt,
to watching my nieces and nephews grow up.
I am from being a confused teenager,
to learning from my mistakes.
I am from reading love stories,
to believing in love at first sight.
I am from having high expectations,
to being determined to achieve  my dreams.
I am from being shy and quiet at school,
to being loud and talkative at home.
So who am I exactly?
I am a girl who goes after what she wants to achieve.
I am a girl who is loving,
and has a heart for the people she loves.
I am 14 year old girl,
trying to learn from her mistakes.
I am me.
a person with a unique personality.
It's what everyone fears,
when losing the one you  love.
There are bound to be more tears.
It felt like a knife,
straight to the heart.
Full of hurt and strife,
I never expected us to part.
People say to move on,
there are more fish in the sea.
As true as it may be,
it isn't easy for me.
You wanted to be friends,
I never wanted it to end.
But what you can't see,
is the pain inside.
That I carry with me,
or the hours I have cried.
How can you move on,
while I feel I don't belong?
I'm a girl with glasses,
the one they call a freak.
I'm a girl who never smiles,
'cause I've got braces on my teeth.
I'm the girl up on that playground
who's always chosen last.
'Cause they all assume,
she don't run too fast.
I'm a teenage girl
who's always looking back.
Trying to figure out her faults,
and learn from her past.
You don't got to be my friend,
but is that too much to ask.
Don't laugh at me,
and don't call me names.
Its in God's eyes,
where we're all the same.
One day I'll have a pair of wings...
But don't laugh at me.
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