Photographer. Artist. Musician. Dreamer. Selfless.
I had no other option but to face it, Realize that your heart- I had misplaced it. I could pick myself up, smile and not show it, but I fall for her every minute and she doesn't even know it.
She's somewhere between, perfection and art. The only one that I wanted from the start. What she asks for is the only way to win her heart.
Skin so soft, fragile and tan, Our fingers intertwined and held each others hand. I searched her body, neck, hips and shoulders, Felt like the luckiest person to hold her.
Why don't you know how beautiful you are?.
I can't write, No words can tell what I feel. I'll leave soon, As for now, my lips are sealed. I have but one heart, She has it kept safe and she doesn't even know it.
Don't look, Just wait, Don't search, But Anticipate. Their answers, What you long, What's right, What's wrong. Remember, You count too, Even if your worries, Don't involve me and you.
Why don't we scream it to the world. Baby put me through distress. Just know whatever happens, I won't love you any less.
A twisted moment in time, Every morning I think. I stay and stare, wait for her there, Don't look away, don't blink.
Sometimes I pretend like I don't care, So no one can heal my heart tear. In the wind my words unfold, They all see this thing we hold. They speak and I just hear, Will they voice the things I fear.
She warms up my heart, With her summer like weather, And I've been floating around since As light as a feather.
She loves like she's afraid to, I'm not sure if the problem is me. I swear we won't make her parents mistake, And make her believe in destiny.
It makes no sense, But she lives in a world of consequence. It hurts my love, Since she's the only one I think of. She's made it lawful, She believes she's awful, The truth, Do I make her believe.
She's stuck in my mind, Her beautiful eyes, Her soft skin, Everything within. I've never found it this hard to hide this feeling, My broken heart is finally healing.
She carried my suitcase, Petite and round. Tears on her face, She lost and found. Her pride, Her sweetness, Her joy, Her weakness. And she stands tall, Just like she has before.
I don't know what I'm doing wrong, Her words go unspoken. Finish your sentence, Don't leave me here broken. I can fix what I've shattered, Just give me some time.
Call me an idiot, Call me crazy, Call me a dreamer, I'll count every grain of sand, of every beach in the world if I have to.
I had her with words, Now words became my weapon, Afraid to write, I just don't want to be alone. I had her in my arms tonight, I held the most precious thing in the world.
She is beautiful. Utterly keen. But I told her "I love you," She replied, "What do you mean?" Maybe she didn't really hear, Maybe she realized she doesn't want me near.
Even though it hurts, She's my favorite pain..
Hair up, Beauty from all sides. Two hearts, Only one open wide. She can do everything, I'll take her back a million and one. My mom once told me, love isn't a game but its fun.
I could lay here and pretend I'm sane. Cry out the lies I've given just like I have been everyday.
Inject it, left side, Above my breast, Breathe it in, Lungs wide, Quite obsessed.
She constantly tells me she doesn't know what I got myself into, Says she's hard to love, well, if only she knew.. She's hard to get, But fun to chase around.
She's beautiful, A living work of art, Exceptional, I've been waiting from the start. Endlessly, I think of her relentlessly, Of her and I together as it should always be.
She's a beautiful Phoenix, Risen six times. Face of an angel, She's just my kind. We're perfectly imperfect, Only great at being bad, She's perfectly imperfect, The best I've ever had.
The cause of all the pain, The one who always cares, Nothing lost and nothing gained, The one whose always there. Maybe I'm condescending, Maybe this truth is almost ending.
She's perfect, Funny that she can't see, her flaws disappear, to me.
Sick To her stomach, Sick of me, Sick of my love, The ordinary. Torment. Hatred. Drown in me. Love is, Sacred, Apathy. Fucked up heart, In a fucked up chest, Fucked up kid, Put down to rest.
We seemed closer then, Than where we stand today.. And I've told you many times before, But never makes a difference anyway..
She can cut me, And the pain is all I wanna feel...
You know your power, What you're capable of, I'm waiting each hour, Hopelessly for your love. Taking a look, at before and after, I don't know if I fell in love, Or if I found disaster.
Clock keeps ticking, I'm wondering when, Words are spilling, Off my ball-point pen. My head thuds, To the beat to my heart, Aching, Aching, Falling apart.
Shes sitting across from me, Legs crossed, Fingers tapping on her book. She's looking out the window, Then realizes I'm gazing, She's giving me this certain look.
They told me I have to get used to, These guys, That want to give her their last name. Sometimes, I feel like, I'm gonna lose her from time to time, And I feel like I'm to blame.
I wrote her sentences, To end my day with delight. I told her I love her, She just said, "Okay goodnight.".
Unfriend me, and let me, Cut you to the bone, Your body, a temple, of paper and stones. These paper hearts, In this paper world, She burned it down, Beware this girl.
Rearview mirror shows me those red lips, Shirt, ripped just right, down to your hips. Those holy pair of jeans, Hair up in a bun, I'll treat you like a queen, Baby, lets have some fun.
Girl, you're everything. Beautiful. Wonderful. Exquisite. Gorgeous. Keen. Amazing. Sexy. Incredible. Extraordinary. Astonishing. Fabulous. Attractive. Unbelievable. Stunning. Fascinating. Remarkable.
Oblivious to, Her feelings, Everyday, every night, "I love you"s from time to time. Doesn't she know, She doesn't really show it, I can't tell her without being afraid to blow it.
The cars vibrations over the highway slid my hand over to yours. Our fingers met and instantly intertwined, like vines.
Sometimes I just have to hold your hand to make sure you're not imaginary, because you seem so perfect to me..
The bottle read, CAUTION:KEEP OUT OF REACH OF CHILDREN, He stayed a kid in his mind. Little did we know, A body, So pale, we would find.
Clouds of summer, Butterflies flutter, their wings to the sound of my heart. Their colors show despise, But I see it in their eyes, They notice that we're falling apart.
The problem wasn't finding you, The trouble is forgetting you. Problem isn't your absence, Trouble is I wait for you. The problem isn't a problem, The trouble is, it hurts.
Take me to water, leave me to drown..
Last time I kissed her, her lips tasted like slurpee. I love slurpee..
You know you walked away from something more than love,. The stars don't let me sleep at night without letting you know,. That I,. Never lied,. I gave you everything and I always tried,.
She left me planted, with roots intertwined 'round the devils horns.. I remain forever in love...
She locked her door to keep her fears out. And I'm stuck out here with a bag full of love and drugs....
Eyes, bright and brown,. Love, fragile and thin,. Thoughts, absurd and crowned,. the most peculiar things within,. Her sense of smell,. The things she tastes,. how she tells,. The dreams she wastes,.
I gave her flowers, Gave her love, Gave her everything she was dreaming of, Dreamed of flying, Dreamed of falling, Dared to dream dreams no human mind would ever think to dream, Not ideal, more...
B R O K E N. andbackagain,. M I S P. L. A. C. E. D. and Alone. Again. Again. AndAgain...
I keep finding myself writing about the stuff that never mattered to her.. Our love Our dreams And The fact that her and I make sense, together..
I didn't see her today, but to her, it doesn't matter, Cause being best friends, Is the closest I'll get to having her, It sucks being in love with someone so ideal..
I swear I've never been in love and broken hearted at the same time...
Mind blocked, like a brick to the head.. That inspiration for that god-like flow... Where'd it go?. I dunno...
You started singing the song you should have sung all along, but it was already late...
Im trying hard to keep what we have. And those people that don't know, hold fear as our enemy. Their secrets are about us.. but they've never had our kind of rain, our kind of dreams, our kind of...
I must apologize for purposely breaking your heart, It's just a little habit I've grown fond of every time I fall in love..
..and she walked throughout the house, with corridors as narrow as her mind...
I'm trying hard for me to be the only thing you need... But I sank like a rock when I lost my faith and became afraid...
I should have told her I love her, I should have called her one last time, To reminisce about the memories, When we pretended she was mine.
I heard the words, the tribulation of her words.
what if I die tonight. In my sleep. Never to wake up again. An endless slumber. An ever lasting dream. No more nightmares. None of me. Ill take my last breath. Ill close my eyes.
She is the closest I've ever been to love...
Soon, it will be as it started, I was left and discarded for fear, That's been keeping me here, Since we parted. This piano, doesn't play any new notes.
Make a wish. Use it wisely. Only one. What would you ask for. Make a move. Do it once. One try. What would you do. Take a breath. For someone. It's their last. Who would you exhale for. Take a step.
..and then I noticed i fell in love with this girl. Everyone thought I was crazy, but it was just a ball of truth rolling in. Everything she said, took me by surprise.
I swear to her I'm in love, but to her it's just another therapeutic session..
If I could chose to make you stay, I'd make sure you were glued onto the back of my hand. I don't wanna see you ever again, cause I'd just be reminded of how much I love you...
Dammit, headaches are the worst. What are they. Brain cells working too hard??.. Hopefully..
I have to write to be successful. I have to write to be successful. I have to write to be successful. I have to write to be successful. I have to write to be successful.
Allexa. I really love her. I hate to realize she's only my friend. That's the closest I'll ever get to call her mine.. She's only mine and alive in my dreams..
Although both, the subject and the wonderful feeling can be confusing. This time, i'm talking about the subject. Saturday School Sucks. -_-.