Paint a picture of my silhouette With your exhalation i was taken elsewhere I can't stay the night But I'll wait 'til tomorrow Come for more, I dare you to ask for more You could stand in the street all day and everything would change but you. Come and find me and I'll show you my world My places, my favorites, my firsts The alleyways and back streets have our names written in gold Black soot streaks our cheeks but we're smiling Here is a place we could call our own if you'd take down the shaky facade Let the rain drenched sidewalk be your foundation it's yours if you want it
There are two things in this world i would consider factors of my imminent happiness. I use the word imminent because it's usual connotation refers to death; something often looming and ever-present. Fear and Love. I am fearful of a lot of things specific to past experiences, dreams, and my current situation. I Love being alone, so I can't say I fear that. Don't people fear the things they love the most? Because, by investing that love into something they are more susceptible to be broken by it.
My truly being happy isn't going to come with less fears, but with letting someone love through those fears. And by doing so, I have to love back fearlessly, as well. Even if it turns out exactly how I said it might…. at least I can say I ******* tried
my eyes burned when I read your poems when I saw the most real and amazing parts of you that you keep hidden at all times I often look at the people you surround yourself with and wonder how they can't see the beauty, the beauty that is so obviously there but it's okay. it will be because through everything, all the pain that is there, lying just beneath surface I see it I'm not much for words or life changing advice but I hope that with my presence or a strawberry lemonade slushie, you will know that I see it. Others see it too, just please believe me. When I told you that all you can do is just 'be you' I didn't mean it in the cliche way that it sounds... I meant it from the deepest most genuine parts of my being, because if you were to do that, just 'be you' I can't even begin to explain how amazing that would be. Because you are. And you are worth so much more than you realize.
love is an art form and our technique was lost in the brush strokes the calming blue and fiery red melded into a sleepy gray on an altered canvas our melded color wheels spun together defying gravity and the stars around it the secret images in our minds danced across our eyelids as we slept in a blanket of white comfort our dreams did not cease when our slumber did, but awakened themselves through the next visit to the big tree in the field the dilapidated branches grasped our waists, taking us as high as we wanted to go. overcast clouds eased our minds and stirred something so deep from within, that only a light breeze could evoke it's depths
Every evening I look forward to sleep, thinking I might meet you in my dream Every morning I wake up with a tinge of hope you'll be there when I wake up Every twilight holds the promise of your hand to envelop mine and every passer by trundles their own loves, hopeful, hurt, stuck in the electrifying cycle. The lines in my forehead are deeper but so are laugh lines near the corners of my mouth. I'll throw a party and hope to see you down the hall, I won't come and talk to you because I know you'll be waiting for me outside. Hand extended, smirk positioned, jeans the color of peeling paint; Time to wake up
Congratulations! You are now the proud owner of a girl... You have successfully made her into the mechanical, fun- loving, intelligent, perfect, only spoken when spoken to, gracefu, lovi, wonde, beau, bri, fa, a, p e r f e c t daughter.
You offer me things I have never felt before. The sweet taste of you left in my mouth, too soon to be replaced by a bittersweet regret. So gently make me shiver, so I can wake up feeling the soft remembrance of your touch and laugh a little knowing that I left myself fall for you again, just as i said i wouldn't