i'll always like you, baby
but you'll dislike me
cuz i'm a disgrace
and you're
heaven on earth
i'll always think of you
and the things we do
or once did
and pretend
it's us against
the world

my dream is...to write a book.

a masterpiece everyone wants to read.
something that captures the attention,
and the hearts of thousands, millions.

i want to be known for inspiring others,
those i know, and those i don't.
i want to make my mark,
on the world, on you.

dreams seem impossible at times,
never knowing if you'll reach targets,
if anyone cares enough to read a page,
or even a chapter of your stories.

my goal is to write something special,
unique, painful, captivating magical.
maybe a mix of fantasy and reality,
a few home truths about the writer,
the one i turned out to be.

i don't know really,
but what i do know is,
i want to make my story,
as brilliant as it should be.

waking up in your arms
is a real blessing
tight hugs
are everything
nicest way
to be held
i feel love

you never drove me to the edge
but you did push me
to the point
of collapse

you always knew what to say
but never knew what to do
you always knew how
to make my entire day
but never knew how
to make do
with me and you

if i knew years ago
that people would
hate me so much
i would have
done something
about my existence

she comes out with the weirdest words,
and the craziest sayings there is,
like ''you're the blood to my blade'',
instead of calling me the apple to her eye,
or the breeze of air beneath her wings,
or the light she finds at the end of a tunnel,
she makes crazy sayings sound so beautiful.

we wear matching rings
as a sign of commitment
he's the guy of my dreams
my time was truly well spent

love creating depth
when i write
poetry
is written art

chemistry, sparks
that's what i see
between both
of us

parts of me are hidden away.
like the moon fades,
as the sun begins,
to show it's glow.

every night,
i kiss goodbye,
to the stars in the sky,
and i make way,
for a new day.

even with each day,
that slips through,
my fingertips,
there is still,
that feeling,
of sorrow,
whenever,
I think of,
the day which,
could be our,
last tomorrow,
of beautiful life.

that moment when
you know you have
found true love.

money don't mean a thing,
when it comes to love.

the heart to my beat
he makes me feel
complete

if that makes
any sense