a teenage crush; adoration, lust.. love.

once started out beautiful, destined to fail.

to the girl i once loved;
thank you for everything you had done

for everything you had shown me;

but i had to move on, for this love was not for us, it wasnt meant to be
those beautiful moments i will forever cherish; im learning to let go the anguish.

thankyou for adoring me, as i adored you,

... and i lay there,
listening to your heartbeat. the soft laughs we share as we exchange kisses;

i never knew it'd become my favourite sound-

your laugh, your heartbeat;

you are my whole world.

as i lay there, peacefully with you,
you've made everything whole again,

my world; until the end.

the urge to reach out,
to gaze into your eyes

overcoming barriers, only you and i fought.
just to be in one another's soothing embrace,

the emerald green capturing me,
forevermore.

stay by my side, as i stand by yours,
in love, once more.

one day, peace may come and ill hold it in my embrace and never let go

just minutes ago,

someone fell in love

deeply, intensely

or slowly but surely

just minutes ago,

someone dear has passed

isn't it crazy, how one life can pass?

in the blink of an eye, a world full of love can slowly go through varied emotion.

"I'm not good enough" you state,

yet to me, you're one of the beautiful wonders of the world.

you're the thing that makes me want to keep going

you're why i haven't given up.

babygirl,
one day,
i hope i can teach you to view yourself how i view you.

beautiful

sitting here, quarter-past four,
thoughts erupting through my head

out my mouth, to your mind

these thoughts so divine,
which were once only mine

sitting here, quarter past two
crying my eyes out listening to you

deserving the hurt i feel
from what i put you through

i never wanted to be the one to bring you pain
but darling, it’s quarter past two and you’re crying again.

change is inevitable,

but what if i want to change everything about myself

why is it such a hard task?

to change my personality would be best for everyone

my bad qualities gone,
shifted into someone others deserve to be around

watching him, standing there
brings me pain one can not bear

the hollow eyes, once emerald green

once lit up by evening dreams.

those hollow eyes, once full of suprise
now reflect major despise

your eyes
a pastel green,

keeping your screams
inside your dreams

your eyes,
an emerald green

have you finally found your inner peace?

the pastel green slowly taking back over
does this mean your pain is not yet over?

slowly falling into blissful slumber

no body would ever want to wander

down this hole i have made,
for those i love will see my pain.

injecting the thoughts into my veins
watching as the world turns grey

slipping, forevermore

as my mind starts to shut its doors

no one will harm me anymore

the feeling is back yet again

the feeling of slowly losing myself,
succumbing to the darkness in the depths

watching my mind darken, taking traces of the person I built up

crashing down the doors from the subconscious to conscious,
making my eyes burn, the pain slipping out

the pain i buried away last time

i'll slip again,
but this time,

no one can know

just let me slip alone

soon

they will slip from your mind

a distant thought that used to remind

you

of them,

who they were

dont trust your mind

for you will believe

their silly lies

eyes shining
hearts full of love

oh how the midnight light calms our minds

softening the days thoughts
turning them to a quiet murmer in the back of our minds

oh how i never want to leave the moons gentle embrace

awake, yet asleep

my soul laid to rest

yet my mind can not sleep

thoughts of time,
old and new,

blend together like my thoughts of youth

mixing, swirling splattering crumbling

as the thoughts go deeper and darker,

the horrors, the pain, the crushed hopes and dreams

the happiness, the love, the laughter, the joy.

mixing, swirling crashing through

every moment passing by

sitting in this chair of lies
waiting for the truth,

what happened to our fragile youth?

thrown away by little lies
no one there to cover our eyes

the fragments of our little minds
destroyed by those diseased with pride
destroyed by those who objectified

whatever happened to our little minds?

would it really be a crime,
for you and i to stand side by side?

would it truely bring dispare
for you and i to share

would it bring joy
for you and i to enjoy,

this soft embrace
just one time?

a kiss as soft as snow
a subtle touch of hands,

oh darling,

would it truely enrage the land
for us to just hold hands?

he sits and stares
through glazed eyes

wondering what life could be,
beyond his lies

secrets secrets secrets

envelope his racing mind
causing him to scream inside

what would life be,
if he were no longer trapped inside?

side by side,
smothered in rhyme
covered in agonizing crimes

they stand and stare,
but darling beware

for they are not the angels you sought to find,
but the demons that caused our crimes

standing here,
becide you.

for this moment,
lets just sit,

in sweet harmony.

you & me
for eternity

I will put in the box,
Rainbows and happiness,
The deepest, darkest secrets of the world,
All the hate,

I will put in the box,
The badges from people of war,
The last tear of a fairy queen,
The eyelashes of Cleopatra,

I will put in the box,*
the Inevitable
The incredable
The Beautiful
The amazing

The box is made of...
A beautiful leather crafted to perfection by the gods,
Diamonds, to represent all the beauty in the world,
Rubies, to represent all that have passed,
Crystals, to represent love,
Fluorite, to represent mysteries,
Rose Quartz, to represent the felling some we try hide,
Musgravite, to represent the worlds secrets.
That is my box

O͞͞u͞͞t͞͞s͞͞i͞͞d͞͞e͞͞ l͞͞i͞͞v͞͞e͞͞s͞͞ a͞͞ g͞͞i͞͞r͞͞l͞͞, f͞͞r͞͞e͞͞e͞͞ o͞͞f͞͞ w͞͞o͞͞r͞͞r͞͞y͞͞,
y͞͞e͞͞t͞͞ i͞͞n͞͞s͞͞i͞͞d͞͞e͞͞ w͞͞o͞͞r͞͞r͞͞y͞͞'s͞͞ m͞͞o͞͞r͞͞e͞͞ t͞͞h͞͞a͞͞n͞͞ w͞͞o͞͞r͞͞d͞͞s͞͞ c͞͞o͞͞u͞͞l͞͞d͞͞ s͞͞a͞͞y͞͞.

O͞͞u͞͞t͞͞s͞͞i͞͞d͞͞e͞͞ l͞͞i͞͞v͞͞e͞͞s͞͞ a͞͞ g͞͞i͞͞r͞͞l͞͞ w͞͞h͞͞o͞͞'s͞͞ l͞͞a͞͞u͞͞g͞͞h͞͞t͞͞e͞͞r͞͞ i͞͞s͞͞ a͞͞d͞͞o͞͞r͞͞e͞͞d͞͞,
y͞͞e͞͞t͞͞ i͞͞n͞͞s͞͞i͞͞d͞͞e͞͞ h͞͞i͞͞d͞͞e͞͞s͞͞ a͞͞ g͞͞i͞͞r͞͞l͞͞ w͞͞h͞͞o͞͞ i͞͞s͞͞ s͞͞c͞͞r͞͞e͞͞a͞͞m͞͞i͞͞n͞͞g͞͞ f͞͞o͞͞r͞͞ h͞͞e͞͞l͞͞p͞͞.

O͞͞u͞͞t͞͞s͞͞i͞͞d͞͞e͞͞ l͞͞i͞͞v͞͞e͞͞s͞͞ a͞͞ g͞͞i͞͞r͞͞l͞͞ w͞͞i͞͞t͞͞h͞͞ a͞͞ p͞͞e͞͞r͞͞s͞͞o͞͞n͞͞a͞͞l͞͞i͞͞t͞͞y͞͞ e͞͞v͞͞e͞͞r͞͞y͞͞o͞͞n͞͞e͞͞ e͞͞n͞͞v͞͞i͞͞e͞͞s͞͞,
y͞͞e͞͞t͞͞ i͞͞n͞͞s͞͞i͞͞d͞͞e͞͞ h͞͞i͞͞d͞͞e͞͞s͞͞ a͞͞ g͞͞i͞͞r͞͞l͞͞ f͞͞u͞͞l͞͞l͞͞ o͞͞f͞͞ s͞͞h͞͞a͞͞m͞͞e͞͞ a͞͞n͞͞d͞͞ h͞͞a͞͞t͞͞e͞͞.

O͞͞u͞͞t͞͞s͞͞i͞͞d͞͞e͞͞ l͞͞i͞͞v͞͞e͞͞s͞͞ a͞͞ g͞͞i͞͞r͞͞l͞͞ w͞͞i͞͞t͞͞h͞͞ a͞͞ s͞͞m͞͞i͞͞l͞͞e͞͞ t͞͞h͞͞a͞͞t͞͞ c͞͞a͞͞n͞͞ b͞͞r͞͞i͞͞g͞͞h͞͞t͞͞e͞͞n͞͞ u͞͞p͞͞ a͞͞n͞͞y͞͞ d͞͞a͞͞y͞͞,
y͞͞e͞͞t͞͞ i͞͞n͞͞s͞͞i͞͞d͞͞e͞͞ h͞͞i͞͞d͞͞e͞͞s͞͞ a͞͞ g͞͞i͞͞r͞͞l͞͞ t͞͞h͞͞a͞͞t͞͞ i͞͞s͞͞ f͞͞u͞͞l͞͞l͞͞ o͞͞f͞͞ p͞͞a͞͞i͞͞n͞͞ a͞͞n͞͞d͞͞ d͞͞e͞͞s͞͞p͞͞a͞͞i͞͞r͞͞.

O͞͞u͞͞t͞͞s͞͞i͞͞d͞͞e͞͞ l͞͞i͞͞v͞͞e͞͞s͞͞ a͞͞ g͞͞i͞͞r͞͞l͞͞ f͞͞u͞͞l͞͞l͞͞ o͞͞f͞͞ l͞͞i͞͞f͞͞e͞͞,
y͞͞e͞͞t͞͞ i͞͞n͞͞s͞͞i͞͞d͞͞e͞͞ h͞͞i͞͞d͞͞e͞͞s͞͞ a͞͞ g͞͞i͞͞r͞͞l͞͞ f͞͞u͞͞l͞͞l͞͞ o͞͞f͞͞ p͞͞a͞͞i͞͞n͞͞ w͞͞a͞͞n͞͞t͞͞i͞͞n͞͞g͞͞ t͞͞o͞͞ d͞͞i͞͞e͞͞.

W͞͞h͞͞a͞͞t͞͞ y͞͞o͞͞u͞͞ s͞͞e͞͞e͞͞ o͞͞n͞͞ t͞͞h͞͞e͞͞ o͞͞u͞͞t͞͞s͞͞i͞͞d͞͞e͞͞ i͞͞s͞͞ m͞͞y͞͞ p͞͞e͞͞r͞͞s͞͞o͞͞n͞͞a͞͞l͞͞ d͞͞i͞͞s͞͞g͞͞u͞͞i͞͞s͞͞e͞͞,
W͞͞h͞͞a͞͞t͞͞ I͞͞ h͞͞i͞͞d͞͞e͞͞, y͞͞o͞͞u͞͞ w͞͞o͞͞n͞͞'t͞͞ e͞͞v͞͞e͞͞n͞͞ b͞͞e͞͞g͞͞i͞͞n͞͞ t͞͞o͞͞ b͞͞e͞͞l͞͞i͞͞e͞͞v͞͞e͞͞.