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Someone who's in love with me is jealous about you though you don't know anything bout how I feel around you. Weird that I dreamt about you & it's not once not twice but already the fourth time.
Well, it was never Us There was always you, always me But there was never quite Us. - On a bench we'd sit Looking out at the same place, Breathing the same morning air, Filled with early summer...
#nightdwellers When you can say that she is better when you can say that she is happier and when you can say that she doesn't want to be with me, that is the time that I will stop liking her but...
It's painful when I'm with him, Even though I'm happy, sad, having fun, feeling uneasy or feeling nervous, My chest always hurts I don't know And I don't know how he feels I can't control my feelings...
Some how I knew it was coming, yet now that its actually happened I feel rather lost, in a sea of the words that you said to me. Okay, so I could never have you, I know this.
“That’s life!” they say, but watch as it passes me by as I sit on the sidelines and cry about not being able to focus on any one singular thing -except him.
How come what I want I can never have.
It was a spur of the moment thing, saying I love you. I'm not sure if I meant it, mean it. I'm not even sure what I feel for you, felt for you.
Every night, Same routine: Go to sleep, Have a dream. Morning comes, Sunlight dawns, No more rest, Cease the yawns. Bathroom time, Mirror fright, Just one look- What a sight.
Don't tell me you love me If you're going to leave, Don't tell me you need me If I'm not what you need, Don't tell me a lie, If you can't face the truth, Don't tell me you don't know that I like...
They say poets write about love while they sleep. What do they know of love, what secrets do they keep. I write about love, not knowing the word. It is just an idea that seems quite absurd.
1 - school I'm Hannah, a typical teen. School, friends, fun; yeah I had all that, what didn't I have. Apart from her. Her perfect innocent blue eyes, rosy yet pale cheeks, amazing eye brows.
#youngwritersemotion I felt pain and rejection as I see you kissing her, I need a new lover that should be the cure.
You had, a taste for trouble. I had, eight battered knuckles. You lived, inside a bubble. I lived amongst the rubble. And then we fell. We fell in deep into the future. You chose life, I was producer.
The littlest things you say, Make my heart skip a beat, Whenever you say 'hi!' or 'hey!' I get tingles from my head to feet.
It was just a bit of playful fun, When it started to become more... I started to run. It wasn't what I wanted, it wasn't what I planned. You're not my 'prince' charming, you don't rule this land.
If I wrote a line of poetry, Each and every day. And turned it into a song To keep your blues away. Would it keep you from loving another. Or make you happier to leave.
There is something profound about your existence Just thinking about you changes my being My eloquence is abnormal in the most dearest sense Some kind of Shakesperean poetry but not really I can...
"Stop it. I'm not who you think I used to be. I'm not a kid any more. I've changed!" I walk forward as she slowly steps back against the wall. I trap her.
I lie awake at night My thoughts drifting to only you I wonder where you are and what you do What would've happened if my wish came true. Would we have been happy.
You haven't even seen my face How could you ever know. Just how much I long for you Into your arms I'd like to go You'll never feel my lips Kiss those lips of yours so fine Or ever know how I taste.
22-James ~James' POV~ There. I was ready. It had taken me forever to finish getting ready; longer than it should take for a person to get ready, I think.
On the train again. Alone again. The lights flicker as I stare at all these objects created by man for our comfort. Meaningless, unimportant. Just like me. As I used to be at least.
I wish to forget my feelings towards you. DO you even remember the ones you felt too. NOT even for a second have you showed that you cared. WANT for each other is what I thought we shared.