Why not to think of people better?
Even if that might be a lie,
But if you think then soon or later
They may become a little better.

i wasted journals on you

hold me in your arms
Kiss me on the cheek
Touch me where u want
Sweep me off my feet
Look me in the eyes
Feel my heart

Can't you hear it racing

i won't say
i love you.
i won't ask
you to stay
when you
can't. i will
never hold
the hushed
promises
you sneak
to me in the
dark against
you when
the day
makes you
break them.

but if you
let anyone
else
touch you,
hold you,
*******,
like i do:
i will see
red.

The wind expressed through dying leaves
         An overwhelming undertow a silent tide
               On the hill the girls mind has gone
                   Craving past memories burned deep
                      Desperately drowning in life's sorrow
                                See the scars in her eyes
                     The sadness she can no longer hide
              Gone are the days of 'I'm just fine'
       Now she just sits and stares
As the world goes by