Years will pass, and I will become a man
I've always thought of you as a woman
Your sophistication as a person amused me so much I could study you all day and not learn anything but the love that has always been there
Every step you took, was a line of beautiful poetry
Your life is an endless poem, and everything you did for me dug a whole in my heart and filled it with care and made me feel silly
You were the drug I didn't want to let go of
I didn't care if you made me go crazy, because it was a good kind of crazy
The kind of crazy you're proud to be
The kind of crazy that people envied
I don't remember much when I'm touching Gods feet
But I do remember when I used to call you and I used to talk about the stupidest things
My eyes were red, and everything in my room was blurry, but the sound of your voice made everything so simple, clear, and it soothed the ground I was stepping on
You made my Saturdays worth dressing up and cleaning my room to impress you
My mother told me you were the most joyful person she has ever met, I guess she saw the happiness you brought to my house
When you came over, you made my environment feel like a home
I always thought my room was missing something, now I know it was your laugh and love that filled up the rest of my room
You gave me house a Christmas feeling, I really don't know how those feelings are, but I read on the internet that it those type of feelings make you feel happy
I guess you were my Christmas feeling, I'm sure of it
The way you sat on my bed, the way you laughed at me acting like a fool
You're the poem I'll never get tired of reading
You're the movie I'll never get tired of watching
You're the TV show I'll keep up with every series
You're the social network I'll be addicted to
You're the lips I'd love to kiss every morning
You're the person I want to bring orange juice to when we wake up
People asked me why I let you go, the truth is I'm more of a giving person
Honesty is pain, but someone was dying, and I had to save them
I didn't care If I lost everything, I just wanted her to be happy because I knew we'd be together someday
I'm overjoyed at the thought that she's happy for accepting who she really was
I'm overjoyed that you have someone now
If receiving meant being alone in terms of being with somebody
I don't care
I see both of you smiling in the hallways, and It's fine
I'm more of a giving person like I said
It's 10 pm, and I don't think I'm getting any sleep today
I've been meaning to write this for a while
I can't tell you this in person, neither can I text you it
So I write to the people who scroll down on this website to see peoples vents and forms of expression through the art of writing
I miss you, and I love you.
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
Years will pass, and I will become a man
I've always thought of you as a woman
Your sophistication as a person amused me so much I could study you all day and not learn anything but the love that has always been there
Every step you took, was a line of beautiful poetry
Your life is an endless poem, and everything you did for me dug a whole in my heart and filled it with care and made me feel silly
You were the drug I didn't want to let go of
I didn't care if you made me go crazy, because it was a good kind of crazy
The kind of crazy you're proud to be
The kind of crazy that people envied
I don't remember much when I'm touching Gods feet
But I do remember when I used to call you and I used to talk about the stupidest things
My eyes were red, and everything in my room was blurry, but the sound of your voice made everything so simple, clear, and it soothed the ground I was stepping on
You made my Saturdays worth dressing up and cleaning my room to impress you
My mother told me you were the most joyful person she has ever met, I guess she saw the happiness you brought to my house
When you came over, you made my environment feel like a home
I always thought my room was missing something, now I know it was your laugh and love that filled up the rest of my room
You gave me house a Christmas feeling, I really don't know how those feelings are, but I read on the internet that it those type of feelings make you feel happy
I guess you were my Christmas feeling, I'm sure of it
The way you sat on my bed, the way you laughed at me acting like a fool
You're the poem I'll never get tired of reading
You're the movie I'll never get tired of watching
You're the TV show I'll keep up with every series
You're the social network I'll be addicted to
You're the lips I'd love to kiss every morning
You're the person I want to bring orange juice to when we wake up
People asked me why I let you go, the truth is I'm more of a giving person
Honesty is pain, but someone was dying, and I had to save them
I didn't care If I lost everything, I just wanted her to be happy because I knew we'd be together someday
I'm overjoyed at the thought that she's happy for accepting who she really was
I'm overjoyed that you have someone now
If receiving meant being alone in terms of being with somebody
I don't care
I see both of you smiling in the hallways, and It's fine
I'm more of a giving person like I said
It's 10 pm, and I don't think I'm getting any sleep today
I've been meaning to write this for a while
I can't tell you this in person, neither can I text you it
So I write to the people who scroll down on this website to see peoples vents and forms of expression through the art of writing
I miss you, and I love you.
