Rumoursrumours are swirling around me,whispering in my ears,teasing me with possible futures.is it true?what i hear about you?those tantalizing rumours,so sweet.giving me hope,too much hope.someone get the sledgehammer.
ForeverWe've known each other forever. Or at least that's how it feels to me. It's only been a few short years, but it feels like longer. Like we've known each other our whole lives. Is it just me, or do you get that feeling too?I suppose it might feel weird if I told you how I really feel, considering you're so much older than I am, not to mention you're probably not interested in me. I'm happy with being friends, but I really wish, pray, and dream that someday, someday soon, you might return my feelings.I know I'm being silly, hoping for all this, when really, you might come in and crush my world. Nicely of course, because its you, but of course, my world would be crushed. As if someone came in and stomped all over it in a Godzilla suit, then flooded it with gasoline and set it aflame.But I'm still here, and hoping, with the help of others who think we'd be great together. People are on my side, and they're constantly telling me to tell you that I like you. But I've decided I won't. Yet.
Dreamingi fall asleep,not thinking of you.but as I close my eyes,you walk into my mind.so perfectly,so you.and I fall asleep,only to dream of you.
Target...Dear Target of My Teenage Hormonal Rage,I don't think I love you, it's really only a strong attraction. A really strong attraction. I can't help but glance your way every so often, to remember the good times. Even if we're only friends, that's enough for me. Though, a girl can dream, can't she? I know it won't ever happen, but I can't help but remember your face, the way you smile, and the sound of your voice. I'll see you around. While I am quietly wishing you'd notice me...
A Haiku...I thinkChristmas is coming.Haven't started my shopping.I am so screwed.
The Disappointmenti triedso hard.to do wellto succeed.so that youwould praise me,appreciate me,love me.i tried so hardto be the best.but i know now,i'm only adisappointment.
Free Winterthe cold bites at my skin.the wind tousles my hair.the winter air grips my hands and won't let go.the fierce winds slap my face and turns my skin red.the leaves fall from the trees and get caught in my hair.the rain soaks my shoes as the leaves stick to my coat.the falling rain wipes my makeup off and i feel free.
The Leaves Swirl Downthe leaves swirl down.never exactly the same,always a little different.red, yellow, orange.the leaves swirl down,leaving branches bare,shivering from cold,blanketed by snow.leaves become earth,decaying, decomposing.helping the trees growso that more leaves canswirl down.