One Star.

The brightest stars in the sky

make me think of you.

They twingle,

they sparkle,

& glow.

they're so real.

and they make you feel.

There so many of them.

but you can't stop looking at that one.

it's different

and it seems persisant

to keep lit.

it may go dim,

but it keeps shining

everynight you look for that same star

because it's not that far.

it guides you,

and it shows you

what to do.

twenty years later

your love for it is greater.

that's when you knew it'd last forever.

<3

8.23.10(:

I can't help but think
my heart is weak.
I fell for you instantly,
literally.
you actually care,
which is rare.
you look at me like no other,
even when I act dumber
than usual.
& that's why we're so suitable.
hopefully our relationship is lasting,
because it'll be outstanding.

Chao.

I sit here and stare at your name,

& think if my feelings were your game.

All you did was just make me feel a fool,

and you were the tool.

I wonder what is wrong with me

to make you want to be

unfaithful.

it was hateful.

You charmed me,

& made me believe

you,

were untrue.

so fuck it,

I don't give a shit.

You're meaningless to me now,

so chao.

Good-bye

I picture my head on your shoulder,
they perfectly fit eachother.
you're telling me everything is okay,
and I'll have a wonderful day.
Then you peck my forhead,
& being parted we'll feel dread.
I tell you, "I love you,"
because I really do.
then you reply
with, "bye",
& you say, "I love you,"
and it'll always be true.
my smile is wide,
& my cheeks I try to hide.
I blush like crazy,
and my smile makes you hazy.
our good-byes are always long,
but wont ever be wrong.
the feelings we share,
are rather fair,
but we'll never doubt eachother,
not even for another.

Broken Glass.

Why wont the shame fade?
fade all the way into the deep shade.
I can't help but still feel broken,
like the glass on the floor.
nothing is ever behind closed doors.
It just sits there,
while life is unfair.
I don't like the sharpness of the glass,
it's cutting me further into this mess.
& i can't get out.
I even try to shout.
I am no longer in control,
I am just a little fool
I'm the blame for everything,
and it's not reassuring.
I can't get out of this room,
for all I can feel is doom.
this glass hurts so bad,
even though time will heal the wounds,
there will always be scars,
that I can't put behind bars.
because that's where I am,
until someone actually gives a damn.