One minute you're beside me , teaching me how to doublestroke -with that stern face of yours- and leaving breathless after. you're not a charmer, you don't do special stunts to get a girl's attention, but hey, you've got mine.
Maybe it's the way you're serious in every single thing you do, in every breath you take. Or maybe I like how you're immune to other people's orders, you just make your own rules. (oh yeah, and maybe your biceps have something to do with it. hah.)
again, you're constantly ON THE DRUMS. which makes me go wild. and wow. tingle-worthy.
However, some other times, you act distant. I approach you, in hopes that you'll look at me and smile, or laugh, yet you don't. You'd just give me the cold shoulder, and ignore me.
which sucks. sucks. and sucks.
Thursday, March 25, 2010,9:58 PM |
i am fifteen years old, and fell in love with poetry recently.
okay, and maybe not only with that.
feel free to be inspired by the world. don't lock all your emotions inside you, express them and share.
share with someone who listens.
with the world.
the world needs more inspirations than tears, you know.
"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind."
thankyou for visiting. I hope something here makes you smile.