I watched them from afar, as they laughed and played. Two pieces of innocence, that were soon to fade.

Cause each day they're getting older, now their smiles don't seem the same. They write their feelings in a folder, cuddling they pillows tightly, as they whisper the other's name.

The boy says: "I wish that I could hold you, just like when we used to play. I feel that I love you, but fear that you might not feel the same. So I'll hug my pillow tight, and these tears... will get me through the night. Tomorrow, I will get to see you smile, and I'll be alright."

The girl peeps through her bedroom window, though she can't see the boy. 'Maybe he's asleep, it was a long day after all.' Now she hugs a handmade doll, and whispers words she hopes it can't repeat:

"He looks so cute, when he takes a nap; though I can't remember, the last day his head rested in my lap. Doesn't he love me? Am I really just a friend? These feelings that I have, how can I ever tell him them? I miss the way he held me, all back then; like I was more than a friend. All of these kisses that I give you, are really meant for him."

She sighs and looks up at sky. "Why must boys become men? And why do I want that man, to be more than just my friend?... To be my lover in the end."

I crave your touch:
The way your body feels
when pressed against mine.
I lust for that escape you provide me
as you move your gentle
hands over my curves.
Although your soft kisses
send sensations down my spine,
I crave more;
like the way an addict craves their drug.
Beneath this ****** desire
lies something deeper,
meaningful and genuine.
You're hands are warm
when pressed on my skin,
and I feel safe.
The attention your provide me
is undivided as if the world is blurry
and I am in focus.
I am similar to a centre piece in your
mass creation called life.
A privilege I hold close,
that I fully accept, and am honoured
to be chosen.
Between the vivid lifestyle
we live behind closed
and romance viewed by others,
lust and love fuse creating our life,
together.

Here stands a boy and a girl
They live their own life, in their own worlds
But this is not a story about their lives
For this is the time to say goodbye
As the boy looks down at her, he smiles
He says not to worry "I'll only be gone for a little while"
She looks down and begins to cry
She sobs into the boys shoulder and asks him why
"Why can't you be real and stay here with me,
Be here when I wake up, it could always be 'we'"
He says he's sorry but it's time for him to go
He starts to back away as the girl cries no..
He disappears into the light blue sky
As the girl wakes up and opens her eyes
"Someday" she says
"Someday it will forever be just you and I"

Definition of Love :
NOUN

[MASS NOUN]
1 A strong feeling of affection:
                                               Affection?
        A
   F
     F
       E
          C
        T
     I
       O
          N
              ?
He must have Lied when he told her he Loved her.

                                                             M.D

He promised her
Unending Joy
Gave her dreams of happiness
A world unknown to her
He left her only with darkness
He Promised her
Endless Love
Made her feel like she could float
On thin air alone
He left and she forgot how to fly
He Promised her
The World
And when she was with him she was
Infinite.
Him and Her against the world
He left and the world crumbled
He promised
            And promised
                       And promised
And she believed him
But
She learnt that his heart was as empty
As the promises he had bled.

                                                          ­  M.D

There was a boy
And there was a girl
Who both fell in love
With each other
Who both never knew

Years has passed
When they cross paths
She was with someone else
Who she gave a look
So familiar to him

When he realized
He wanted to tell her
He felt the same
But he saw her smile
And that’s how he knew
He was just too late

*a. gale