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Him and Her"Hello, Trouble." she grinned as he entered.
Surprise showed on his face but delight shined through it as he dropped his belongings and moved towards her.
His pace wasn’t fast but full of purpose and, even though she turned away, she wanted him to catch her.
He filled his hand with hers and twirled her to face him, picking her up swiftly.
She made little noises of protest but she gripped him tightly as though he was as essential to her as the oxygen she breathed.
His eyes showed her he felt the same.
Their foreheads touched lightly as if they were about to kiss.
He rearranged his grip suddenly and she yelped as his hand touched her unexpectedly.
Her hand lightly bashed against his chest and he promptly dropped her.
Her feet touched ground first, thankfully, and she laughed.
He now wore her cheeky grin.
They were simply happy.
Her breath caught as eye contact was re-established and the feelings in their eyes changed.
Pupils enlarged and gazes sharpening.
He bent down and they fina
Him and Her"Are you interested at all?" she queried.
He looked away, pretending he was paying attention to something else…anything else.
She was determined though.
His answer wasn’t what she was looking for though.
She narrowed her eyes and anything he said automatically sounded stupid.
He knew it too.
He wanted her.
She wanted him.
But he was a mess and he knew it.
He didn’t want to hurt her.
He wanted her to understand.
She did but it still hurt anyway.
They weren’t happy.
But they were friends.
“What if I found someone else?” she smiled with her lips but not with her eyes.
He looked hurt; almost broken.
She nodded in agreement and walked away, not looking back.
They were still friends.
But things had changed.
Him and Her"You’re sexy when you’re angry," she said quietly, her hands on his shoulders and her lips in his ear, "I kinda want to jump you."
He gasped in surprise as he turned away from his computer and looked up at her.
His game forgotten.
She smiled cheekily and squeezed his shoulders before letting go and walking away.
He stuttered, words of disbelief pouring out of his mouth.
She sat on the couch and acted innocent; as if she would never say such a thing.
He was at a loss for words.
She bit her lip trying to stop a grin, her eyes never leaving his.
He turned back to the computer and her smile disappeared, returning moments later as he switched it off.
She relaxed into the couch, turning to the side and putting her legs up.
He moved towards her.
Lust filled his eyes.
“If only we were in a relationship,” she chuckled.
He groaned and she grinned.
He wasn’t getting any.
Not from her.
Only in a CageIt's like I've broken both my wings,
But you, you can still fly.
It's all unspoken yet you still sing,
A question in your eye.
You didn't know while I was falling,
Nor do I wonder why.
I fell like the words you were calling.
Hollow. Broken. A lie.
Label IssuesSometimes I feel like I’m your doting older sister.
Sometimes it’s like I’m your annoying little sister.
Sometimes I feel like I shouldn’t flirt with you.
Other times I think I flirt too little.
Sometimes I feel like we’re close friends.
Other times like we’re complete strangers.
Sometimes I feel like I talk to you too much.
Sometimes, maybe, not enough...
Sometimes I don’t think of you.
Sometimes I do.
Sometimes I hate you (haha).
And sometimes I think I love you.
And literally everything in
between all of those…
I don’t know what
you are to me.
You don’t fit
Dear Friend,Against the logic in my head,
I think my heart picked you.
So many options in your stead.
Somewhere, somehow, I lost you.
Without you, there's this feeling of dread.
That's nothing compared to with you.
On a sandwich we'd be pieces of bread.
Together then apart we grew.
"Go with your heart", they've always said.
But I really do miss you.
I think this time I'll pick my head.
And continue on without you.
Lost without your LoveThe rain is tapping lightly
outside on the tender leaves.
I look through the windonw
on this cool summer night
caressed by a gently breeze.
I am missing you deeply inside
staring blankly, into space;
curtains blowing softly
against my skin
tears of love, run down my face...
Staring, for the longest while
never realizing the passing time.
Trying to find the pieces
to make it right
the words, to make it rhyme...
For how can I ever tell him
let the deepest part of me show?
That I'm lost without his love...
How will he ever know?
Compassion Of The Heart...Come over here and talk to me,
I told my little boy.
"Oh mom I'm mad, my brand new friend,
stole my only toy!"
"My dear sweet son, it pains me so,
to see you so upset, but there's one thing
you ought to know, one thing you won't forget."
"Please mother tell me, what it is
this thing I ought to mind? Can I buy it, is it new
or maybe does it wind?"
Ah my son it's nothing new, it's been around awhile
It's something that I always knew, that won't go out of style!
Son, it's nothing stores can sell, or put upon a shelf,
it's not a truck or Lego set, or some poor garden elf.
Son there's some that don't have much,
your friend and many more...but we will find another toy,
in another store!
It's sad of course your toy is gone, theft is never right...
but think of how your friend might feel, without a toy in sight.
Of course he may have borrowed it, cause friends they often do
I mean to say what is a friend? What does that mean to you
Holding onto YouLooking out through the window,
my thoughts, only I know...
Since the day I left you
it's been raining, constatly
for days in a row.
As I sit here watching
I quietly ask myself 'when'
will I begin to smile?
Will the sun start to shine again?
For love with you was beautiful
so beautiful....at one time.
You had a way with words
a way, of making them rhyme.
On and on, endlessly
your sweet voice filled the air;
making me feel the love you claimed
- though, it was never there.
Now here I sit remembering
sweet memories, of then...
Hating myself for loving you
and wanting you back again.
You WereYou were a moment of truth and beauty,
that once had touched my life.
You loved me, you really did;
now, I am paying the price.
Paying the price for ignoring the fact
you were so deeply involved;
as I selfishly left you alone with a problem
I knew only I could solve...
Now all that's left to my life is 'hope'
hoping and wondering,... if, and when?
Will those precious moments of truth and beauty
ever touch my life again.
Angel of SuicideAngel of darkness
angel of death.
I wear you tight to my knuckle
hold you close to my chest.
Black is your color
with a face I can't see.
I wait for your touch
to transform me...
Me into 'you'.
To die is to live.
Freedom in ebony
My song is a scream
my bed is a grave.
I sought peace and rest
but became I
...Now I can't go back
and my deepest of fears
flow quick from my eyes
transparent black tears.
'Hell', she runs deep...
Endless others like me
have sought an escape...
ReflectionsLike silent raindrops falling
reflections, shown in tears.
The agonies and sorrows;
a picture painted clear.
Each one tells a story
in, such a way
compassionately, as to make you feel
what words could never say.
Watch them slowly falling.
Listen, with your eyes;
to the pictures, painted before you.
See them come alive.
So very colorfully dancing;
in full detail
one, by one...
On and on,
you can't escape.
The story is never done.
When honesty EntersYou rubbed the dust from my wings
so I can not love you 'freely'.
Your ways are oppressive
of anger, and control;
'free', love has to be.
The death of an angel...
A broken rag doll.
I feel, I've fallen from grace.
For with hatred you have looked me
deep in the eyes,
while the hands I loved
slapped my face.
My fear, hides in the dark.
But against my will - 'honesty'
lights up the room
my broken heart.
I realize I've got to fly;
away with my feelings
to a bright place;
where love goes
-:A Few Things I Hate About You:-I hate how you don't understand,
and how you probably never will.
I hate your stupid haircut.
I hate how you stayed still.
I hate how you get bored so quick,
and how I don't know if you lied.
I hate how you'd only text.
I hate how you replied.
I hate your stupid memory,
and how easily you'll forget.
I hate how I'll remember.
I hate how I'll regret.
I hate how you left,
and how I had to say goodbye.
I hate your stupid nickname.
I hate you…. Pikapye.
Red Riding HoodI want to believe people so badly when they say they won’t bite
that I contemplate climbing into their smiling jaws
thinking that it might be better to be split in two than left hanging.
But always, I draw my red hood and flit back into the forest
running in the shadows of pathways, never stepping into clearings
because I’ve spent my whole life in the wilderness
and I still can’t tell the wolves from the woodsmen.
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
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