I feel he has created this kind of comfort that I’ve always lacked
A sense of security without feeling pressured to stay
A welcoming rather
An invitation to touch his soul

He creates this sense of history that is just developing but feels centuries old
He holds me with a strength that goes deeper than the definition in his biceps
He smiles with his whole heart that his dimples climb to reach his eyes
Which burn with an intensity of crashing waves in the ocean
He makes me feel warm.
And he's extended the offer of adoration that I willingly accept and give in return.

Woke up
Looking for you

Thinking about your smile
You came out of the blue

I felt like I knew you my entire life
Seeing you gave me Deja vu

Everytime we hug I can't let go
Stuck together like glue

When I need someone
You're the person I go to

Our journey just started
But I know we'll make it through

You Green-eyed boy
With black flowing hair
From far away lands of which I dream
Please Stop following me to sleep
Possessing my feelings with yearning
Turning my reality inside-out
I will never hold you
And you will never love me
So please tare this fantasy down
My green-eyed sole mate

Cigarette ash stings my finger tips
  As I wait in my car
                 for a boy
The cold winter air caresses my cheek
                 Just as he once did
Blue and red lights flash across my vision
Reflecting off of dark puddles
Like a movie
   In slow motion
                  they wheel his body away
  And I sit in my car
            and wait for a boy

I'd light the world on fire to be with you
Which is slightly problematic
Because then we'd have nowhere to stay
Unless you'll take me to the moon someday

there was this boy who
got ****** at my friend
because she rejected him.

he called her ugly,
and we burst out laughing

because two minutes ago,
when he was flirting with her,
he didn’t think she was ugly.
two minutes ago, he called her hot.

he didn’t call her ugly until
she used the word “no.”

he stormed off after a few
more ignorant words,

but I wanted to ask him
what he meant.



was she suddenly ugly
because of her appearance,

or was she suddenly ugly
because he realized that she
had a voice, and she certainly
wasn’t afraid to use it?



was she suddenly ugly
because of her appearance,

or was she suddenly ugly
because he realized that she
was more than just a pretty face?

I stare into you like you are the key
Wondering what you see when you look at me
Reflecting off of your rippling beauty
Gawking into your endless inspiring sea
I've never seen a light so bright, behind someone's smile
And if I'm honest, smiling this much, and laughing; been a while
I want to entwine with you, locking hands as we lock eyes
So many pictures with a different color for the skies
I can see your soul, crowned on you like a king with power
Blooming, I know what you are to me, your more precious than the sun, you're my soul flower.

Like ink on parchment your lies flow into my ear
Speaking beautiful pretence, with such confidence
I wish I knew if it was true, yet I can't seem to find
Why you fill me with so much diffidence