How can I ever know what to say
To convey the love I feel for you
When days seemed too long
And all was filled with thoughts,
Thoughts of you.
They have not diminished,
There is no fear in that they ever will.
But when I look into your eyes,
There is so much more to hold
Than what my daydreams can explore;
Unable to reach.
All you offer is there,
In your eyes.
With an awakening vastness.
Everything we can be together,
Make anything that comes to harm us
You are by my side,
And everything is possible.
And I will never let go of your hand.
My thoughts, My daydreams
They could never hold all the euphoria
Provided by you, myLove
My dreams could never create you,
Fore you are more than a dream.
You are my perfection.
So, as I see it,
We are two caterpillars
Morphing into butterflies
And taking flight Together…
It’s not that I don’t want him as soon as possible,
It’s that I want him for as long as possible, too,
And this age doesn’t allow length,
It’s nothing special. The compliments. It’s all perspective.
“She’s a bitch.”
“She’s everything any guy could want.”
Any guy? No.
But what guy? Any guy that thinks so.
And if it is all he wants, does that mean he won’t leave? If he does leave, does that mean you were missing something? Or was he, because he couldn’t stay?
It’s all perspective, really.
“You’re gorgeous.” “You’re beautiful.”
To someone, maybe.
Does anyone know what it is called when a young woman likes older men?
Screw “bad boys”, if someone ever treats me like shit, I’ll kick them right to the curb.