my heart stopped beating for a few seconds when I saw her looking at me, I looked away for I did not want her to know that I noticed her; I knew from the bottom of my heart that she loved like she has never done before, both of us knew and understood there is no future to this kind of love. So we nestled our love in our hearts, sometimes uprising and surges made like the ocean waves, small lapping ones that gently touch out feet, there were ones that rise above our shoulders and there are moments when they are so huge that it’s overpowering heights reach above our heads, we ride the surfs together, holding our hearts together, lest we fall; gaze deeply in adoration and wonder if we would ever get to see each other again...

A flower girl always not in love
Her words bleeds painful terms
Her mouth scented like rotting worms
Her mind full of words that can burn
She express her feelings like thorns

She doesn't travels to the unknown
She protects her value and worth
Because she is scared
Scared of people hurting her

She was broken, but suddenly
A flower boy confessed
Flower boy showed her love
And after flower boy showed his true love

A flower girl sometimes can be in love
Her words now runs like a river full of flowery words
Her mouth now scented like a perfect perfume that lasts
Her mind now once that can burn now it can make their love in flame
She only express her feelings like she is,
A flower girl.

I’m so used to writing sad songs
But I’m not sad anymore.
I stopped letting those disasters
Define me to the core.

And I’ve been content with what I’m doing;
No longer bruised, no longer sore
From this hard beating I’ve endured
(From this heart beating I’ve endured.)
And I’m not sad anymore

I’m so tired of writing sad songs
I can’t shake these feelings I’ve ignored
Like when I fell to pieces in the bedroom
Or when I passed out on the floor.

I was broken and alone
But you felt like home to me.

And you felt like home to me
And I’m listening to those songs I wrote when I was seventeen
I never thought I’d let that go
And so I think that you should know

That you feel like home to me

For now I am you, and You are I, we will both collide into the sky.

You are beautiful
Like the spring time
Your scent a floral breeze

In anger like the summer
Your hurtful words blazing
Burn the heart of me

At times you are autumn
Your eyes reflecting calmness
Full of wisdom and peace

But mostly you are winter
Quiet, cold, and distant
A frozen land, that's lost to me

write ****** poetry
throw your ideas at the white wall
allow poor grammar to decorate broken stanzas
and let thoughts expand, urban sprawl
give pain a place to rest its feet
before slaughtering it
with red ink