Imagine a time and place where all movements are stopped,
Where all beings are controlled by your feelings and your thoughts.
Where anything is possible and all around is green,
And where whenever you speak everyone hears you talk.

Alright, that intro was terrible, but I suppose I wanted to say
that the silent magic you possess, it takes my breath away.
Not intentional or forced at all, it’s just your sophistication,
It brightens tunnels in the dark; it can run monsters out of basements.
And it captures attention from others somewhat similar to you, for you shine a light that reverberates its way through us all, and I don’t know how you do it. My name is earth, you must be flora because I feel like we grow together. That’s why I try to speak when I see you. Granted I’m shy and people make me nervous, but for some reason I don’t have the same reaction around you. You are a question to me of which I have no answer, and when I try to ask, I fail to speak.
Perhaps it’s just stupid emotions, but I feel something in my mind that I can neither explain nor understand and it’s driving me crazy, so I’ll ask here: what are you like? Who are you really? What’s on your mind? Where are you from? Mind if we talk? What’s your story?
These questions are endlessly popping up with no answers, you’re a mystery and I’m no ******-Doo, so I’ll stay forever wondering, forever thinking things of you.
But maybe, just maybe some time in the future we will understand why
Such a beautiful spirit stayed silent and such a beautiful spirit stayed shy.
An angel I found in a school of shadows, a halo brightly over your head.
Only you cleared my darkened mind, only your answers can clear my head.

I've had people say that I'm generally a good person
They tell me I'm sweet and thoughtful
And I know they mean it.

But I honestly don't see it.
Every time I look in the mirror
I just feel so utterly disgusted
I'm so cringeworthy
So awkward
So untalented
So average
So annoying
So.... Disappointing

I've never truly hated anyone
But **** I despise myself.

When I really think about it
I realize that there is no point in doing anything.
None of my actions really matter.
Death is inevitable.
And once you're dead, it's not like time stops...
The world keeps moving & goes on without you.
We are all just insignificant beings made of flesh and blood.
And we like to distract ourselves from that thought.
We like to think that there's more to it and life is worth so much but really
you're born, you live, you die.

(Your words stand on my soul
Like a paperweight

There's no need to shout when
You can bore us in-
to a zombie-like state)

Is it sadder I have to
Listen
To you speak

Or

That you have to teach
This *******
To me?

i wrote a lot of great poetry when i was in love
i wrote even better poetry when i was in pain
i wrote the best poetry when i realized that the two emotions were actually the same.

You say this is wrong.
You taught me that this is a sin.
"This isn't what He wants." You say.
Well why is that?
What is so despicable?
I need answers because this, in my eyes, is absolutely amazing and beautiful.
My days are filled with joy.
My life has become so much brighter.
My future is not as terrifying.

So you answer me...

How is love so wrong?