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It's not what you want, No matter how I feel, But then again, I think, It isn't ever real, So again I drag you in, Pulled to a lucid dream, For things you won't remember, A day out on the...
It's a harsh realisation when in one day you feel you could possibly love someone and a few hours later come to terms with the fact that they view you as no more than a friend, and will probably...
I just want someone. I want a boy to kiss my tears away, and hug me until my broken heart is fixed. I want to fall asleep to his gentle voice, feeling safe and secure just by hearing it.
~Erm this isn't really smutty, just be warned if you are young or of a fragile disposition I guess~ The first time we kissed we were both ridiculously drunk.
Heading home and I wasn't able to find a gift for her. I am familiar with the art of gift giving but not of trinket giving.
Chapter 3: Full of Surprises (Part 3) Lily There was no need for a ready, steady, go. Everything felt familiar and comforting.
I have been pondering for a while Of petty things that took me a thousand miles The thought of you gave me a smile Swept away this thing they call black bile You were once a stranger I know nothing...
I wrote this when I was 14 which was over half my life ago (only just), so it's a little young and innocent but now I have a place to be heard I figured I'd post some old stuff too.
I still remember his brown eyes.
"Why do you care If I make myself dead. And why do you never Leave my mind or my head, And why are my eyes Always drawn to your lips?" She asks Marcus's picture, And gives it a kiss.
i thought you cared about me, but i think i was wrong. really im nothing to you.
I walked down the steps, away from Wonder Café. I pulled my bag over my shoulder and trudged towards my car. There were a large group of teenagers - a bit younger than me - they were all paired up.
I walk over to the table in the corner. Number 7. There is a blonde couple swooning over eachother. Oh great, I thought. How do I deal with this.
What is with Valentine's Day. Nothing so special, It will pass away. I don't get why people get so excited, When I'm on my room, playing dead.
There she lies. Underneath the cloudless sky. Her mood turned grey. From what he had to say. She wants to give up. Stop believing in happy endings. And just stop trying.
A poem for you I wrote a poem for you, but I hid it among words. To tell you what I feel I'm nothing if not a coward.
Garden girl, You give me butterflies. You catch my eye. You capture my essence. Your beautiful hands, tending to your garden- But why do you not look after me, The way you look after all the others.
Why is our love only one way. I wish I could tell you what I want to say. For me I know you have no respect, Yet it still breaks my heart knowing you will reject.
So many efforts to make you like me. I keep your texts just so I can read them every night and keep you fresh in my mind.
When I saw you walk into the room; my heart skipped a couple beats. I had to look away because I couldn't take you all in. I swore I wouldn't speak to you. My heart still ached.. It still bled.
My souls been set on fire, giving me my burning hearts desire, Fulfilled fantasy must be a dream, oh stop now so incredibly keen, Give me what I'm asking for, my body's thirst is craving for more.
Her beauty unsurpassed, Laying on a yellow circle. She looks into my eyes, And my senses are made fools. There must be something hidden, Is this just not meant to be.
They were all for nothing. He does not love me. He does not care. He's a player. I'm one among many. I thought I wasn't. I thought what we had was so real...
Some things will always be inexplicably connected to him, caught up in his very existence.