Waiting for the door to open To see the flowers bloom Waiting to see your face Come running where darkness looms
As I sit here, patiently still My mind wanders to those days Where we would run up the hill To listen to the winds of May
I remember the shine in your eyes Thinking they would make diamonds shy Your voice weaving tiny white lies Blinding me with the sparkles of the sky
You said you would come back With a heart full of commitment and cash "Wait here by the old dirt track," Bring me a bouquet with a sash
I've lost count of missing you Lingering my gaze upon the stars Hoping your heart feels a pull For my love for you is still behind bars.
Saturday, September 25, 2010,7:21 PM |
"i want to knit you a sweater, and you wrap you up in my love."
yes, that's what made a girl close her eyes with a smile. and you know what, she slept through the night.
I have no idea why Your name is stuck in my mind Said pain heals as time goes by But my heart can't leave you behind
We've been apart for years Maybe absence pulls us near All you letters I treasure Every goodbye makes me linger
At times my heart ponders How you took my breath away What would happen if I'd stayed Just wished we had a few more days
You are a brilliant boy Athletic, smart, the envy I'm just a girl, who's envious How would we ever, fall in love
Our connection didn't last But the love didn't die either Survived the distance, all odds You burn deep within my heart's core
Hey, if we ever meet again Maybe I'd step towards you Or turn my back against this Pity, fairy tales, don't exist.
a poem i wrote while avoiding pmr model papers. it was some time ago. just wanted to share a little something with the world. (:
Friday, September 24, 2010,11:34 PM |
my brother fed me his dougnut. aww (;
Hah :D just got off the phone with this person with a deep sexy voice.
so matured from his previous jumpy and twitchy one I mistakened him for someone else.
I apologise okay? (: aww. who knew you'd grow up?
hahaha. hey, i meant it in a good way.
this has further proven that Fridays are happy days. I get to sleep in the next day, wake up with the sun actually shining on my face, and go downstairs for a proper breakfast where I can sit and enjoy my tea while flipping through the newspaper. Oh, and chuck scraps to the kitty with a good aim.
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.