to feel...To feel someone's arms around me,To feel a kiss, passionate, and deep,To curl up together as we sleep.Hearing your heart beat as i lay on your chest,Holding you close, forget the rest,Being happy with each other, no less.Walking hand in hand down the street,Not caring about the opinions of who sees,Knowing despite what the world believes,This love is real between you and me.This is the simple happiness of my dreams,Nothing extravagant, just having my love with me.I don't have much hope left,but i hope this will come to be.
this is nothing and you should ignore it.and god forbidany of these emotions that occupy my headwould bleed themselves out on paperand let me rest easy for a bit.
this is nothing as well.you were s w e p t away before i could even start to appreciate the way you made me f e e l.
deathat the stationone exhausted passengerthe train on the track whistlesyou have to obeyget on itand ride awayone exhausted passengerthe trip ended where it began
ready or notshe was the red head withsecrets buried in her dirt browneyes. the girl that everyoneseemed to flock too, but couldnever love. she bled ink intocoffee stained paper, her heartshowing it's true colors there.she needed an escape from theworld, but she was always terribleat hide n' seek.