If I Hold Your Hand, I'm Holding On For Dear Life.

Let me show you how important you are;
                                                            ­                                                     *Kiss me.

I hate clichés as much as you do
But I love you so much it hurts
And I don't know if you know that I do
Or if I whisper it to you as you sleep
To calm this anxious insomniac
You chose to share a bed with.
Don't leave, just stay and keep me warm
That's all I ask, and I can get through the day.

Do not discover yourself ,your abilities only because they want you to!
The society wants you to!
Explore yourself because you are precious!
Just the way you are!
You are a beautiful piece of art!
Explore yourself,if it makes you happy!
Explore yourself, if it helps you grow.
It is important for you!
Not for them.
In the end, people will talk about you ,you can't stop them!
All You can control is that that whether it is appreciation or hatred!

Poetry** is the ADHD of literature

I promise you that we will make love
On a bed full of philosophy books
So that the depth of our hunger
Matches the depth of our thinking

Every press of my nail upon your flesh
Will have you question your existence
You'll feel more alive with every thought
Then you will understand Rene Descartes

Our smoldering bodies radiating pleasure
Will have you disregard the material world
This passion will posses the highest reality
Then you'll understand Plato's forms

Amidst my guidance toward your ******
You will hold values and aspirations close
And form your most perfect self with me
Then you'll understand Friedrich Nietzsche

On this bed full of marvelous thoughts
We will lay tangled exhausted overjoyed
For our love our lust and our everything
Will have the immensity of philosophy itself