PoemsThe Little ThingsA touch on the armA smileA complimentOne look into your beautiful, blue-green eyesAll I haveI keep in my mindReplaying over and overMy playlist of youOf all the little thingsThe only ones I haveFor what goodIs money or possessionsWhen the one you loveWill never be yours?When you have to imagineHow it would feelFor your lips to meet?I'd never tell youHow much I love to hear you speakHow many times I've listened to youWatched you from across the roomOr how many times I've fearedThat you'd realize itAnd you can never find outThat my eyes have never seen someoneThe way they see youThat my heart has never soared so highAs it did when you touched meOr that each second I realize more and moreI'm fallingI'm fallingFor youI Should Tell YouYour eyesYour lipsYour hairOverAnd overAnd over in my mindDo you notice how I look at you?Do you care?Beautiful, beautiful wisdom drips from your every wordCraving your approval every secondOf every
BeforeYou don't talk to meanymore.Why?I thought that you said,No matter what happens,we'll always be friends.You're going to let thisstand in the way of our friendship?What the hell?It looks like I misjudged you.But I can't saythat you don't have an excusefor your actions.You said that you loved me.I said that I could not return your feelings.Wouldn't it have beenmore hurtful if I liedand told you I loved you back?Yetmaybethere was some wayto soften the blow.And I was too much of an idiotto know how.Do you blame me?I'm sorry, I really am.But you were the first personwho ever told me that.I just didn't know how to react.I'm so sorry.You must be hurtingso much right now.And me, near youthat would probably bring you more pain.So I'll just stay awayand hope that one day,we can smile at each otherlike we did before.Before
There's a Girl...There's a girl I know....and I'm afraid for her.She doesn't know who she is,She's trying to figure it out.She wants to be right, but only seems to do wrong.She looks ahead, but can't forget the past.She's scarred and wounded, and it's never healed.She has no best friend, she feels alone in this world.She's afraid to be herself.She wants to let it all out, but always holds it in.She is happy on the outside, but inside sobbing.She doesn't know who her friends are.She wants to start over.She wants to forget.She wants to know who she is.But in the end, she's to scared to try.Her secret? No one knows.No one cares to ask.No one cares to help.No one feels.She is alone.The people around her say that she is strong,But she's scared.They say that she's beautiful,But she has an ugly secret.They say she's open,But she's afraid to let people see her true self.I'm the only person she has.But the sad thing is, she's not even real.SHE doesn't exist.I do.
Death's Breath On A Young Neck "Are you okay?" asked the voice from above."Yeah, I'm fine," replied the girl, alone and sobbing in the dark corner. "Are you.... Are you entirely sure of that...?""Yes! Now go away!" she would have screamed it, but instead she choked on her tears. But I'm not okay, the girl thought, and comforting hands on my shoulders mean nothing to me. That's why I continually shrug them off. Not because I am haughty, or proud, but simply because to me they are a waste of time. Later that evening the girl's mother entered the room, "Hello sweetheart, how are you?" "Alive," Came the brusque reply."Darling," her mother sat on the bed beside her, and took the girl's hands, "I'm worried that you're not dealing with all this." "I'm dealing with it fine! I'm okay! To be honest, I don't give a damn! Who cares? It's gone! It's never coming back and it's never going to happen again, I'm dea
Why couldn't I?Why couldn't I say it?I know it's true. There was no reason for me not to say it.Just a few simple words."You mean a lot to me""If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even be here""If you die, I'll die""I love you"...Why couldn't I say that?
I am not...I am not normal,I'm different.I am not plain,I'm strange.I am not strong,I'm weak.I am not "lady like",I'm a tomboy.I am not gonna cry in front of someone,I am gonna cry only when i am sure its safe to,only when on one is aroundI'll act like I'm fine but inside i know I'm lying.this is who i am.
PerfectionBeing perfect is impossible. But being imperfect, is perfect in itself.