should i ever get myself surprise,
loving someone sometimes pays a price.
it’s a deal i have to compromise,
yet still i’m willing to sacrifice.

but what is the use of loving you
if you cannot give the feelings too?
and keeping this way i know wont do
anything good but sadder and blue.

but i guess i'm still be thankful that,
i may not have been your lover but
i had the chance to love and beloved,
be your good friend afterall’s not bad.

sometimes i think will there ever be
a moment in time to make ‘us’, ‘we’?
but improbable that i must see,
it will never gon’be you and me.

to God i pray underneath the stars,
that even if i may have to start,
a chance to live without all the scars
i’ll still play my part in someone’s heart.

CSantaMaria

I... Um
I am...
Ahem,
(Mumbles) -Uncomfortable
Matt... I am Matt

So, I'm stood in front of you
And you're looking at me
And I'm talking to you
And you're listening to me
And your eyes are on me
And your minds are on me
Looking at me and listening to me and eyes on me and minds on me
And I'm thinking about what you think about me
And now I feel awkward
So I'm not coming forward
My movements seem backward
So, now you feel awkward
About drawing toward
Because I'm afraid I won't get the reward
Of your praise

So you're going to be polite!!!
Don't be polite!
I hate when you're polite, because I won't believe it!
It's not real praise so it doesn't MEAN ****
It's not much better than telling me I'm ****
But don't tell me I'm ****!
Please!! I can't take it!

So, now you're just getting bored and frustrated
Listening to me talking about feelings I've debated

I want to get off
I want to get out
I also want you to clap
And I want you to shout

So I'm tense and I'm nervous and we're all feeling scared
About if this rhymes good enough to convince me you cared

And then I fell over

I think of you
quite often.
You mess me
up sometimes.
But when it comes
down to it,
I wouldn't want it
any other way.

A seed
A son
He grows
He flowers
He blossoms
He bears his fruit

"See ya mum, dad! I'm off out for a drive!"
"No drinking flower!"
"Nah, just fruit juice!"

The fruit has fallen
It has ripened
It has over ripened
It has brewed and stewed as it matured
His fruit is strong
It's confidence intoxicating

"Last one mate!"
"Sneaky 3 and drive"
"Get em in then!"

More fruit

The tree, beautiful, flowers everywhere
Bountiful fruit
But the fruit is un ripened not ready to fall
Don't shake the tree

Crash
The tree shakes
The fruit falls
The petals fall from the flower

No more fruit now, it is rotting
Just flowers on a lamp post dying in the sun
Bearing a note saying
"We will always love you flower,
Sleep well,
Mum and Dad"

He doesn’t look dangerous
He has soft skin
And baby cheeks
And playfully wavy auburn hair
And his saturated turquoise eyes
Look so honest
And his hugs are like marshmallows
And his hands are so warm
And his smile is like sunlight

Sure, he doesn’t look dangerous
But his eyes lie
And his hands are warm from
Holding so many other hands
And he has a sharp brain
And he isn’t afraid to use it
And he has a distant heart
And a mouth of manipulation
And hungry teeth
And a poisonous bite

He doesn’t look dangerous
And he knows that
But he is dangerous
You just don’t know it yet
-a.h.