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Jan 2011 · 699
what is "LOVE"?
it's the way she softens her voice when she tells me she loves me.
it's the way she's not here but i feel her.
how she has my heart, and i have hers.
how i was broken and she mended me.
how i intend to do the same for her.
it's how every love song now has meaning.
and the valentines day decorations don't make me wanna cry.
she gives me something to look forward to.
she gives me purpose.
it's the way i reply her voicemails.
and go blank on her text.
even though no ones here, i'm not alone.
it's how i don't have to try to smile.
and no matter how hard i try theres no getting her off my mind.
it's the way i love her and she loves me too.
and the way i'd die if i ever lost that.
that's love....
By: Maria Julianna Francesca Mascara
Jan 2011 · 631
she loves me.
she'll tell me that she loves me.
& touch my lips with hers,
sends shivers down my spine.
there's no one else in my sight,
she's all i see, all i want.
she's all i need.
it's just you and me.
By: Maria Julianna Francesca Mascara
Dark hair, light eyes.
a dark personality.
she'll disguise who she is and who she was,
with who she seems to be.
this dark girl is a mistery.
theres pain behind her glossy eyes and truth behind her daily lie's.
i see right through the mask she wears and right into the deep dispair.
i want to hear you sing to me, a happy song of love and glee.
i want to see you smile bright, give light to this darkest night.
ive been where you are, i know the pain but to get to  daylight you must go through  rain.
let me be your escape, let me make it all right, let me go into your dark world and make it bright.
you gave me your heart and i'll treat it with care, scared i'll break it?
i wouldn't dare.
theres love behind her light blue eyes and truth when in my arms she lie's.
Jan 2011 · 660
[the perfect stranger]
Who are you?
a perfect stranger.
BOOM BA BOOM, pounds my heart as i listen to you speak.
I wish i could explain it, but there are no words.
i could fall in love with you yet, i barely know you and it's enough.
ive never met you but you make my knee's go weak.
you have an affect on me which noone ever has before and i thank you for giving it to me for the first time because there is nothing quite like it.
you are my definition of perfect and i can't let you slip away.
i dream of your lips.
i want them on mine so bad it hurts.
my heart growls with hunger for you.
you linger on this mind of mine and leave me wanting more.
your a perfect stranger and i'm dying to touch you.
so many thoughts going through my mind all in which revolve around you.
hurting you would mean hurting myself and that, i'll never do.
cause your a perfect stranger and i can't let you slip away.
By: Maria julianna francesca mascara
Jan 2011 · 692
the wrong way.
How could being in love be wrong?
you  tell me everyday that my life is a sin but what if you met someone like her?
what if you met someone who said your name and made you shiver.
what if you you met someone that had the ability to make you smile and laugh on your worst of days.
what if you met  your soul mate? the one youve been looking for.
but what if you had something in common, what if you had gender in common.
can you imagine letting them go?
I'm a girl and i'm in love with a girl.
when she says my name i shiver, she has the ability to make me laugh and smile on my worst of days. She's my soul mate, the one ive been looking for.
she makes me happy.
can't you atleast accept that?
By: Maria Julianna Francesca Mascara
Dec 2010 · 949
worthless you.
I've always been this way,
I put on the same show everyday,
i wake up, and i put my face on, i fix my hair, drag myself to the coffee machine.
& i pain a smile on my face and pretend to be something i'm not, happy...
and everyone loves me, or the girl i pretend to be each day. but i don't.
because when you look at me, you see the glamour and the fake smile.
but i know who i really am, i have the scars to prove it.
i'm just a ****** up little girl.
but you saw right through it all, you saw the pain in my eyes and you told me you loved me and took it all away, you seen the scars and ran your lips acrossed them and told me i'm beautiful, suddenly, i started to believe it.
By: Maria julianna francesca Mascara
Aug 2010 · 717
The traveler.
Her voice was soft
her kiss was sweet
and i met her in the city on a foggy sunday afternoon.
she quickly become very close to me.
but as quickly as she came into my life,
she had to leave.
this city just hasn't been the same since.
letters, phone calls, waiting...
my life revolved around waiting for her.
but it didn't matter because she liked me.
so she told me.
her return gets closer and my heart is pounding out of my chest.
but with one phone call ive realized that waiting for her return is like waiting for summer on the first day of winter, it's so long away but keeping my mind set on it helps me get through the blistering cold days.
& when it gets here, i couldnt be happier.
but i know that it can't stay for long, sooner than later i'm going to have to wait around through these bitter cold days once again.
she had the softest skin.
and a voice that made my heart sink.
and i met her in the city on a foggy sunday afternoon.
but as quickly as she came into my life,
she had to leave.
This belongs to: Maria Julianna Francesca Mascara
Aug 2010 · 679
Lost
Where is the path?
where am i going?
i can't find a way out,
a way home.
the cold is infinite,
as well as the journey.
From liquid to solid, my tears don't hit the floor.
i have no direction.
lost, in more than one way.
i sit and scream, with no reply.
i tread along this everlasting forest.
nothing but tree's, ice and the pieces of me i leave behind.
This belongs to: Maria Julianna Francesca Macara
Aug 2010 · 889
Insanity.
i live in my own little community
we are all crazy
we are broken
we are wounded
from the things weve been through, the things we seen.
we are ruined from the things that stick with us.
tears running down your face, when they hit the ground they seem so loud.
we are all a little insane here.
your breathing seems so loud.
from our abusive parents or the critisim we deal with everyday,
the knife that met our wrists or the drugs we got hooked on
we are bruised
we are damaged
living here i am never alone
your heart beat seems so loud.
i open my eyes and suddenly,
i don't hear your tears anymore.
i can't hear your breathing anymore?
why did your heart stop beating?
i take a look around me and finally
the reality hits me of having noone.
it's just me and these **** padded walls.
This belongs to: Maria Julianna Francesca Mascara
Aug 2010 · 685
A year later.
I don't know what she has that i do not.
if your gonna tell me love than you are blind.
A stranger could have seen in the way i looked at you that saying i was in love with you was degrading how deep my love runs for you.
That's why i sit here a year later and can't help but wonder why,
why her and not me?
you have shattered the most fragile part of me into billions when it was one and i still want you, i need you.
does that not prove enough?
i know that your not coming back.
i knew you weren't from the second you said goodbye and i felt that first crack.
That is why i pour what's left of my heart to this blank piece of paper and not to those emerald green eyes, the eyes i shalt not see again.
a year later and the thought of you still makes my knee's go weak,
but your not thinking of me.
i could never love anyone the way i did you,
i gave you everything.
what's left to give?
just thinking about you bring tears to my eyes, a year later.
i'll never forget the way you made me feel.
you gave me reason and than took it away.
it's been a year and i can't get over why it's her and not me..
and i'll be writing the same poem, a year later.
This belongs to: Maria Julianna Francesca Mascara

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