Hold your head up, darling, and be proud
of who you are. Never let him douse
your brilliant flame because his mind cannot
process what you are.

Hold your head up, darling, and be proud
of who you are. He is the epitome of a
great leader but all journey's start at home
and his began with you.

Hold your head up, darling, and be proud
of who you are. Your picture is on the walls
of every 10 year old girl who has spent their life
walking under the shadow of their brothers footsteps.

Hold your head up, darling, and be proud
of who you are. You are an angel
who has fought so fiercely and you may
be home in heaven now but just know
I sleep safe and sound in the light of your halo.

Hold your head up, darling, and be proud
of who you are. Darling be proud you are a woman.
-Nathan Joe (-V)

The Competitions were in full swing
The stadium full of spectators
The crowd pushing and pulling on the embankment  
The cheers and chants deafening.

I tied the sides of my flag to my ankles and let the flag fly
From the direction of the wind and the location I stood
the flag blew upwards making it look like a cape tied to my ankles.
I laughed at my idioticness while he looked at me and smiled.

He motioned for me to follow him
he brought me to a quiet place and told me
"I've got to tell you something"
My heart started pounding
LOUDLY
We both knew this moment would come
It became awkward  
He spoke again  
"over the time we've known each other , I've come to care for you. "  
And in that moment I became his .

What is he like, you ask me.
Hmmm.... To be totally honest I don’t know how to fully express in words or
Actions what he’s like.
To me, he is safety.
To me, he is peace.
To me, he is love.
I feel safe with him.
I feel at peace in his arms.
  
When he looks at me, in his actions, I can see passionate love.      
He is the definition of a gentleman.
When you meet him, you’ll know
Respect runs in his blood
You will come to understand
That this gentle prince,
Raised by a powerful and strong willed queen
Knows no boundaries when it comes to accomplishing things
For the ones he loves.
Not all can see this gentle prince for who he really is.
  
His humour and personality is mesmerizing
A perfect personality to match his perfectly chiselled face.
Part European features and dark beautiful complexion
To me, he is like paint
In the sense that he turns dull boring conversations into emotional,
Humorous and meaningful ones making it beautiful and full of colour
  
When I’m with him, he makes me realise what life is all about
When I’m with him, time flies
When I’m with him, time stops
When I’m with him, it’s like a fantasy
When I’m with him, everything feels real
When I’m with him, I shiver from his warmth
My stomach flips never seem to stop when he talks
My face reddens every time he says a sweet nothing to me
He has become my heart
And I am his.

Dear Ex-Lovers,

i. You were poison to me and I loved to get burnt. How could you leave me lying breathless on the floor wanting more? You used me like an escape and I welcomed it. You filled my head with empty promises; I was just a puppet on your string. Oh darling I should have known I was dancing  with the devil when I was captured in your eyes.

ii. You were my midnight calls and 4am drunk promises. We spent our summer under the moon with poetry written on the back of your palm. I was your everything and for a time, you were mine. But summer is over and I am gone and you are left with the realization I only used you as a muse.

Iii. It started off with shy hugs between you and I. We were misplaced kisses and awkward silence on a Saturday afternoon. You were all push and no pull, I was too. We never tried hard but that's okay; we were only a distraction from the battles we had within.

iv. I always wondered how I could love someone as cold as you. I was your blanket and you were always trying to keep warm. Maybe you needed a reason to keep trying in this turbulent world and maybe I just loved to play with broken things, but three months have passed and I still sit by your grave and wonder if all I ever did was suffocate the little candle you had burning within.
-V

Mother warned me not to fall for girls who turn their
bodies into a trick of light whenever you are with them.
“Careful with the pretty ones,” she would say. Smiles that can
launch a thousand ships and start civil wars were never any good.
“Be a lover, not a muse,” she would say. Careful of the girls
who love what you bring but never love who you are.
“The devil was an angel once,” she would say. He was pretty eyes
with an angelic voice and temptation in it's purest form.
Oh how mother knows best; how I never learned.
-V