seachelle33

        It's ten-thirty at night. It's almost time for bed. I brush my hair, brush my teeth, and wash my face. I walk back into my room and shut the door. The smell of Noxema fills the air. I start to put my pj's on and I reach for the shirt. His shirt. It's just a mess of gray cotton, held together by mass produced, low-grade thread. It's your typical t-shirt, but it's his shirt. As I slide it over my head I think back to that day.         It had been an awfully drizzly day. All day at school the clouds had been threatening us with their continuous tears. I glan

Your arms are my safe haven. My one escape. My sweet desire. I long, I live, I breathe For your tender kiss. Your warm embrace, Makes me come close, To almost believing in heaven. Your taste lingers on my lips. I ache for your touch. My soul weeps when we depart. Love. Desire. Temptation. Passion. Words aren't enough. My Romeo, My Tristan, Your best kept secret, I will always be. I write it out, Like words on a page. Your name, And mine. Blame the dreamer for, These thoughts of true love. Deep. It never fades. It never dims. It shall always burn bright. For you, my heart. Picture perfect cliches, Are all some

Why can't I see me, through his eyes? Why must my mind be fixed Upon my faults? Only adding to my demise. He loves me. He loves me not. A maze of petals holds the key. What is it that I cannot see? Love. Not feeling. But truth. In spirit and life Love and hate reside. Love for one, you can't explain. Hate for the self is causing pain. Can anyone hear the cries Of the once so great angel, As she slowly dies? Sweet rescuer, Mend her broken wings. Love and time May heal all things. Revive and make live Her once beating heart. Her love for her hate Has torn her apart. Lend your eyes. Let her see Who she is inside. Hat