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Cheers"Joa, my dear.
My love for you is all so sincere."
My eyes sparkling,
I fling myself in your arms.
Kissing you passionately,
I take both your hands.
"Can't you see?",
My face is filled with glee.
"I wish for our hearts to be together for eternity."
I get up, light some candles,
I get the whipped cream out with a joking grin
I run back to you and spray some on your chin
I lick it off laughing.
"You're so very handsome",
"You're so very awesome",
"You're so very funny",
"I shall love you until chicken grow teeth",
"Until the sky falls to the ground",
You cover my mouth with two fingers,
I blush as I notice I was talking too much.
"I'll love you until the end, Joa. Happy Valentine's day",
We shove a chocolate heart in each other's mouths.
"Cheers to our love".
Winters to comeThe winter air makes us all notice that Christmas will soon be here,
Our hearts are beating loudly caused by how close are bodies are, so near.
I feel your warm embrace as you hold me close to the fireplace,
As I stare up at your cute little face.
We warm up close to each other, drinking hot cocoa,
I feel myself blushing and it's like if my legs turned to jell-o.
Our love lights up the room.
Your eyes reflect the full moon.
Your beautiful bright smile,
Makes everything worth while.
And as I braid your hair,
I kiss your lips and up your neck, I dare.
I blush harder as I whisper in your ear;
I'm so glad that you're here.
Loving you is my hobby.-You're all I could ever hope for.
Joa, I hope you know you deserve more.
-You're all every girl looks for
You're nice, funny, handsome, romantic and don't ignore
-I'm so happy my dream came true.
That I can finally be with you.
-Even if it's not physically.
I don't care! You're with me mentally.
-In my heart, who cares about "Technically"
I'm just so LUCKY!
-I can't ask for more
You're the one I adore.
-One day we shall meet
Just thinking about it makes my body heat
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever and
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
She's an artistShe's an artist.
Always seems to be daydreaming,
She draws to escape her pain.
Cause for a single moment,
When her work is done.
It seems like there is no more rain.
And she could finally touch the sun.
The one that shines so brightly in her paintings.
But then it's gone,
So she keeps drawing,
She's become good at escaping.
Running from reality.
Because dreams are the only things she wants,
Her imagination is the only thing she's ever known.
And it's sad really...
Because she tries so hard to be happy.
But the most beautiful thing she could ever create.
Was that smile upon her face,
And that is the one thing that remains blank.
Waiting to someday be something more than,
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
At peace within this tranquil garden,
I picture the moments where I've made you smile.
Those times are endlessly precious to me,
I think they're worth the while.
They're worth the time I've spent with you,
Even if it wasn't long.
I only wish I'd spent a little more,
Before our love was gone.
Still HereSuicide is a
Thought that frequently lurks
In my mind, wich
Lets it overcome the
Laughter and happiness
Here I still fight, however
Enduring this sad life
Reviving my hopes
Embracing the gift of life
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
Ideationlocked in a room
with only one escape,
or so it seems.
your hands shake and you drop the key.
Suddenly you're unsure.
Do I want to pick it up?
Do I want to find it?
Do I want to leave?
you think to yourself
there's no other choice.
find the key or corrode, or rust
wear down the hinge
use sadness as the key.
You have the answer now.
Just open the door.
Just walk outside and don't look back.
Let yourself leave with no regrets.
And yet you can't.
You're afraid, you think,
but you are actually strong.
Don't run away.
Don't take that leap.
my bedspread is white and so is my coffin.i can feel
the night closing
the stars are breaking
empty glass bottles
inside of my
mouth, and they taste like
ambien. bitter, then
but you still can't close your fucking eyes
little blue pills for
eyes– it was winter and i
dreams of nothing more than
nothing. the devil
tied chains around all the
vessels in my
body. laughed, and by god i
laughed too (and laughedandlaughedandlaughed).
this will all be over soon i swear i will take everything off your skin and bones and burn it up
and then january took the world
in it's grip and i
drowned in the snow that
will never hydrate the
can you hear that it's the night and it's so beautiful so come here darling and we'll watch the sun rise and set and rise and
A real dream.My biggest desire is that you'd be here
I'd hold you tight without a fear.
A dream that becomes a little more realistic every year.
If I could, I'd whisper in your ear;
"I love you, more than over nine thousand."
Because that's how many miles it'd take, threw the sea and threw the land
I'll never stop trying.
And I promise I'm not lying.
When I say "I'd rather have you then ∞ pies!"
And I want you to recognize
That, I will forever be by your side.
Till the end of the ride.
And that I will always understand you,
I'll always accept you.
What I wish,
Is that we could just have are first kiss.
Maybe more, if I'm lucky.
But guess what?
If this happens in only 5 years, just our luck.
At least it's not "never".
Besides, I'll be in your heart forever.
Because I can.
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