People are like books,
And unfortunate for me
I am the dusty book on the
Corner of the shelf.
I sit with my soft leather binding
Waiting to be picked up and read.
I'm the Words unheard, The
Stories unsaid...
But no one picks me up.
For I am seemingly too much work,
A book that's too thick,
The writing is too small,
The pictures are nonexistent,
And the wordings too long.
They don't even open me,
Just glance at my blank cover and then
Just toss me back where they found
Me before, simply dying to be opened again.

What starts out as a simple night,
'Hey, wanna chill for a bit?' turns around.
It was just a movie, I thought, no harm no foul.
But sitting on my bed, we got rather close,
And still I wasn't worried, until your arm
Draped over me. How warm, inviting....
You're so comfortable and firm,
Your arms are so welcoming...
Your tongue brushes against my ear, your breath my neck...
How does a hug turn into something more?

A slow movement of your hand,
From my back to my shoulder, then lower,
'Till some how I am pressed against the wall
With your hands at my sides pulling me close.
Your eyes kiss me first, your nose gives me a peck,
God those kisses are the worst... Leading me to long
Just for those lips of yours. But Lord your touch...
Your eyes kiss my cheeks, my lids, my lips,
Just as your hands reach my hips, my *******.
How did a Hug turn into something more?

My God, the heat that inflamed the room,
And its just your body pressed firmly against mine,
Your hands squeezing, touching, memorizing...
You let my hair down, I simply can't stand the heat,
You spare me with your free hand, knotting its fingers
In my hair and pulling my head back. Now I can't see.
But your lips start to dance along my shoulders and neck,
Your teeth tap and slide along the bone and flesh.
Your hips grind up with mine as your hands continue their play,
How does a hug end up this way?

Before long your lips are with mine, your fingers tangled with mine.
Not to much after my blouse becomes a hassle,
And you fling it from my body soon to be joined by my bra.
I watch in awe as your eyes kiss my chest, before you
Kiss your way down to the peek of my *******.
Your hands and your tongue are skilled assassins to me,
I can't fight, I can't hide, and honestly I don't want to.
Not to long till we are both naked on my bed,
How did a hug turn into so much more?

Your teeth tease my skin, nipping playfully at my *******,
Your hands creep between my thighs, I'm running out of breath...
I can feel you up against my leg, pulsing, dying so far away;
You have to be the gentleman now of all times?
Your hands once again at my hair, pulling my head back
Just to reach my neck, your hand playing between my legs.
It took to long, it felt like ages before you joined me,
No music, no background helped keep us in time.
All the while we danced entwined, Your eyes never left mine.
How did a hug become something more?

Fireworks, Flame throwers, a waterfall of colors,
The night had passed and I'd not seen it coming.
You had wanted to leave hours ago, had we danced so long?
You don't want to leave, you keep kissing my mouth,
Begging and pleading to let you stay, if only for an hour.
We are friends and nothing more, and yet here we are again.
How on earth, I ask again, did one hug, turn into something more?

Gross, slimy, green, *****, animals....how on earth did they get chosen as the animal to become a prince? The reason make sense... vial creatures to be compared with kings...but in truth why the Frog? Not a Pig? Or would that be to literal for tales to little children? Not a Crow? Oh no those are to loud...  I guess its for a Frog is safe, seemingly a girls best friend. Easy to care for, easy to cherish. Though true Frogs are ugly...but in truth so are you. We are all ugly on the inside when compared to reasonable doubt. And also Frogs are pointless, and indeed you follow- so are you. For with out individuality and personality, you're just another Frog in the pond.  And what they say in fairy tales are true... For once you get your kiss, you or your frog...will finally understand what it is to be human...to be loved, and so once again you become a Prince. But be careful what you wish for, this saying also goes in reverse, for true those that are Frogs to begin with become beautiful and strong...but those who are born Prince's and Princesses, once kissed, will turn into FROGS.

Missing Emotion,
I've a rather short temper...
Why can't i be as happy
As I was the time before?

"Shut up!" one said,
"You're so annoying!"
Never mind, I've reconsidered,
I like being void of emotion.

To sit silently in an empty room, sometimes you feel relief and relaxation. But normally you feel trapped, secluded, agitated and annoyed. You get to the point that you start to get frustrated, dying and begging for some one to spend time with you. You know you could do so much with the time you're given...Laundry, homework, anything. but you don't...and you can't get your mind off of the silly things that plague you. Silly things like a software you can't afford that has assignments due in four days, concerts you have to rehearse for and songs you have to pick, classes you keep forgetting and due to sickness you tend to miss, the guilt trips you friends keep pulling and their stupid little tricks. You don't want to be used any more and you don't want to be ******...but you don't want to be alone so you call all you can - does any one answer? No of course they don't.
Worrying about your appearance and worrying about your friends. Worrying about your grade point average and worrying about your head. You sit and ponder how your family now views you and now you're again sick in bed...Your head is simply spinning and you just can't stop the ride.  You want an understanding as you sit there in your room alone, to why you feel so helpless and why the world is cold as stone. You simply want some one else there, just another presence in the room...whether they talk or not is not the problem, but seriously they never come. How much you want the person to climb in bed with you, and wrap you in his arms. You are alone, you don't want to be, you want to do nothing instead of something, you want him to be there and prove that you're wanted, you want to feel needed. If you could simply be worth while or worth anything to at least one person, you think you might not feel so alone... But when he doesn't answer, or denies the attention you're craving...you feel even more alone then you did in the first place. Loneliness... such a double sided blade.

I wish you would be crystal clear,
Just what we are to you.
Am I simply just your friend?
Or do I mean more to you?

You claim aloud there's nothing more,
You act with PDA,
But when we are alone some times
Your emotions and actions start to stray...

Oh kiss and hug thats all just fine,
I'm here and I'm feeling the whiplash
Cause you just drop that on a dime,
Then suddenly we're nothing, seriously ***?

I care too much to loose you,
As a friend or dare I say more...
But be crystal clear to me with what you do...
Or you might lose me for being way to confusing.

Touch- not always noticed
A brush here, a tap there
Nothing deep, nothing *****.
But enough to think 'Honestly?'

I love touch,
I'm a touchy person,
I love the way you 'accidently' bump
Into me while walking the hall.
It reminds me I'm alive.

I've been Invisible for so long,
I need to be reminded I'm alive.
I've been asleep for so long,
I have to be told I am awake.

Touch- not always noticed
Not always meant.
But every touch is worth so much
Pointed or none, its there...
So touch me please, I'm begging here.

Bust past me, and touch my shoulder,
Tap me and claim not guilty,
Hug, high five or kiss and pet me,
I'll love the touch to the fullest...
But please...don't hold my hand,
Its one thing you'll learn to regret.