everything falls
especially i,
for you

and just as i found my soulmate
i realized millions of other girls had too

I dream and I scream , Its  true and  its for real,
love is all I do and that is so clear.

I will just keep looking at u and never be bored,
Your Kisses are all that I will need to get cured.

You are already caught by the act
Yet like a criminal that you are
you're creating stories for me to believe
well sorry..dear..
those stories
are just lame excuse

Poetry is meant to be felt
Not just read

How?
With every little breath while sleeping on my lap

Did you manage the feat of creating every love poem
Ive written & read..
To be All about you?

i hate storms
the calm before the rain
giving a sense that everything will be okay
then in a matter of minutes
the clear sky turned into a whirlwind
the thunder bangs
on the windows of empty houses
and the lightening strikes
blinding everything in sight
leaving people trapped
stuck in their houses
afraid to come outside
afraid to face anything that could harm them

but i haven't always hated storms
and maybe i don't hate them now
maybe i just hate you
for proving
that not everything would end up okay
for making me feel empty
like the windows on an empty house
and for blinding me with love
maybe i hate you
because of the day when harm knocked on my door
as you stormed into my house
and made me realize we would never be okay

maybe thats why i hate storms