a crush
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We met few occasions or so
We chatted few times or more
They may have been short or brief,
But worth a memory! I ask myself
Why a guy like that be interested in a gal like me?
Just talking with you
puts a smile on my face
when im with you im not a disgrace
i think i love you
but i dont know
we will have to wait until the end
of the show
I don't want to keep feeling this way,Because each time I come closer, you move away.I don't want to seem desperate or clingy at all.I just want you to catch me each time that I fall.
CRUSHING A silent wind blows by, I open wide my arms and softly breath in as I tilt my head towards the sky. Upon bringing it back to its normal position, I notice a simple looking lady with a captivating smile. With realization I find myself sm
How could anyone not be curious about you?
The one who moves with ease, struggling to become one with her shadow.
the feel of your hair
while you rest your head on me
should be a crime, it isn't fair
the look in your eyes
while you tell me you're here to stay
makes me want to ask if you'll be mine
What is the true purpose of life.
We chase after materialistic things, they make us “happy”.
But do they?
They say money can’t buy you happiness, is it true?
But if it’s true why do we still chase it ?
i would not say that i am an open book.
in fact, most days, i am not only closed, but i am bound by a lock with the key thrown away and buried 60 feet under on a deserted island.
Still alone in your room
Staring at a blank tv screen
For it to reflect your image
Waiting as the time passes by
Remembering the words
Picture perfect
Picture perfect
Piture perfect
the epitome of you:
flirtatious
gentleman
a hell-like paradise
a book with the words scribbled out
blackout poetry?
Dear You,
I hated who I was when I was with you.
I hated that you would use me.
I hate that I'm still wasting my time on you, 8 years later.
I hated the person you became when you were with the wrong crowd.
Everybody plays the fool
Well I guess its my turn
once again to step up to the plate
I remember the first time I saw you
I got lost in your warm coca like brown eyes
Dear Boy That I Met at Lunchtime,
You said to me: “At least you know how it feels like now”
What was it?
Oh, the feeling of liking someone.
It be like a love song playlist for hours on end. It be like falling asleep to the classics on repeat. It be like "Can't get you off my mind" as my day goes on, and on, and on.
The butterflies are first,
then the sweaty palms,
and I know that it is real.
These feelings are not fake
because I can see it
especially when he blushes.
My friends think it's crazy,
Knew he wasn't the one first time
I saw him
Wonder what he thought when he first saw me
But if he's a jerk then I can be a beach
Burnin him for revenge, then I can move on
Keeping him forever
He gave me a story,
A tell of a boy who had a crush,
On a girl he gave laudatory.
He was smart,
With a mind like a labratory,
And he even drew art.
The girl had to go,
When I look into your eyes, I realize how much I want my stars back
Brighter when I’m sitting in darkness; when the skies are black
They give off more light
Letting me find my way home at night
The bees buzz;
The birds fly;
The trees can
almost touch
the sky.
The sun
shines, there are
no clouds. Oh, I
hope you never let me down.
If you were my boyfriend
I'd want to hold your hand,
But not the way you'd think.
Id just want the tips to touch
JUST THE TIPS
Our finger tips
I told someone my secrets.I told all of my secrets to a bucket.I'm afraid they won't hold.Who the hell needs a leaky bucket with their wordstaped to the bottom?I'm afraid I've given my guns
As I walk past him my cheeks turn red,
I say hello but he ignores it instead
I wonder how we would cuddle in his bed
Or how his hand would fit in mine,
My heart is in a bind.
