She was crazy and wild,
Just the way he was irritated by her
He would be at peace
whenever she smiled;

Your smile is angelic,
Your scent is sedating,
Your voice is melodic
And only for you
I get this much poetic;

These feelings are confusing me
day by day,
And maybe that's why
I'm trying to find reasons
to stay away;

The touch of your hands, sweet memory,
The kiss of your lips, passion undefined,
Take me back in time when it was all love
Take me back in time when it was me and you against the world
Take me back in time when our bed was made of roses
Months and years have passed
Your thoughts are undying.

Shall I compare thee the wind of dawn?
Thou art more comforting and certain:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of the mainsail,
And dawn' lease hath a few hours,
Sometimes the fog covers the eye of heaven to shine,
Overly the gold complexion is dimm'd;
And every air from air declines
This could be nature changing its course untrimm'd;
But I hope thy eternal dawn shall not fade,
Nor lose the comfort of the air thou owest,
Nor shall heartbreak brag thou wander'st in her hut,
So as long as the heartbeats or the eyes see,
So shall our love be comforting as thee dawn.

Real calls out real
My heart is like a chariot rode by 40 horses,
Every word you say is like a lightning bolt running down my spine,
Piercing through every core.
All I thought was a secret,exposed-
Now initiated into the cult where all secrecy lie,
As I take the walk by your side,
On this narrow path beside you,
Truth rumbles in my mountain
And the touch of your hands creates a fountain,
The gravitational forces
Connecting us across the void,
This is too real not to treasure
Lost in the valley of lost treasures,
I found you
With eyes as beautiful as the moonstone
With a smile as bright as the stars of the night,
The taste of your lips purely divine ,
Your scent dines in my olfactory bulb.
How can you not be real?

He’s kinda weird
The way he looks at me when he thinks I’m not looking
Do you think he notices
When I do it too?
I kinda like his hair
The way it curls makes me wanna run my hand through it
it’s kinda strange
Why these feelings never came up before?
I wonder

Sometimes it’s because I have no food
No money to go buy it
No means of transport
Sometimes it’s because I have no time to eat
High school takes up 13 hours of my day not including homework
No time
No time
No time
I’ll just sleep it off
It’s for the best