What greater pain is there than to yearn for the arms that never held you?
To long for the touch of hands which never held mine.
Uncertain voices over faulty lines speak words never so true.
Promises of "us", and "our" in the dead of night.

Words were all we had, yet there came a day when words were no longer enough.
When words began to hurt,
Slicing deeper than sharpest blade.
"Us", and "Our" bitterly turn to
"Me", "You", no and. No us.

Now promises echo in the stars,
Taunting me,
Like a bright sun in a bleak winter.
Words fade and crackle away,
Teaching a lesson that will never stick.
After all, it is better to yearn than to learn that love isn't meant for those who need it, but for those who want it.

to be loved endlessly
to have the screaming stop; just for a minute; in their arms-

I do not know how to describe it.

for as long as i have known,
i have never slept
without my shoulders heavy and back in unwinding knots.

im not even ******* grown yet.
it scares me;
adolescence has gotten me all twisted up
whatever will happen,
when i fall to the mercy of the treacherous claws of life?

sometimes i wonder,
where the **** did my adolescence even go?
man i just want to be a kid
to live my beautiful kid life
without any pain
in a dreamy house with a burning fire
parents, who love, with a desire;
to live,
to flourish!
friends, free and true
none of this rivalry; ado.

Is it true,
That a man who yearns,
Becomes a man who earns?

I yearn for you,
More than anything else,
For your sweet tender lips,
Softy milky skin.

But I already earned your love,
So can I earn something for you?
I want you to feel safe,
And stop feeling sorry.

I hope you never forget me
Our inside jokes and the memories I see
When I close my eyes, longing
For that heartbreaking belonging

I hope you don’t forget my smile
Or the way I look like while I cry
I hope our memories still haunt you,
Because I miss you every time I lie

i whisper secret sweet rhyme onto his skin
resting in his bed while the light is dim
i listen to his slow, rhythmic breathing
and know i’ll be seething when
he’s not mine

i’ll get him one day
one day ill be with him
he’s been with me since day one
and i want to see him atleast one time a day

A lovely she is..
I watch her all day.

From dawn to next day,
I wait in dismay.

Each sunset I stare,
My white window's view.

I can not find her.

Each night i spent,
And of each day's lament,
More i want to know,
The meaning of the white,
Window engraved.

This white wall ,
And the white window.

It's too shiny,
The bright coating.
Its viscous colour,
Dripping ,
drop by drop,

I can't seem to break by,
Halting and trying,
rock by rock.

I do have a chair to rest,
But I wait for her,
standing,
By window's view ,
& I wait.

I do have the other wall,
I do have another window,
But I can't seem to make myself
Break through the white wall,

While by the moonlight,
I stare her shadows engraved.

Why this white wall,
Seems a storm to the
Beautiful rainbow,
And if i all i could is wait
Then Why is this white window?

A lovely she is..
I watched her all day.