I’m searching for warmth in the fabric of my clothes. This sweater helps me ignore the inner cold, coming from Summer 04’
If my sweater could talk it would say, “This girl is frozen, she doesn’t need me. Winter is coming but she’s already dead.”
This memory is on fire with every way I felt. I closed the door and I’m ok with it. I’m not yours so I don’t ever have to wait. I’m a ghost now so I don’t ever have to show. You are gone now so I don’t ever have to find the love that you left. The weight is less now so I don’t ever have to wait.
i haven’t cut my hair in over a year,
i haven’t cyber stalked you in over a year.
i stopped caring about you and I fell in love with my long hair,
i have been happy with myself and i haven’t been thinking about you.
this isn’t a poem, i haven’t and i won’t write of you.
I’ll like to meet someone that wakes up and dreams in the same rhythm as mine. When we awake we’ll be in tune with the sun and well talk about the moon. I’ll sing to you my dreams and your voice will harmonize the words while our hearts intertwine with joy. In the afternoon we’ll dance and you’re body will heat up mine it’ll be a magical routine we won’t grow tired of. In the evening I’ll hold your hand,twirl your hair, we’ll be each others pajamas. I’ll look into your eyes and ask myself, “When are we going to get married?”
these eyes are on fire,
with the way I see
I’m swooned by this life and by the way I feel
I think this world is hell while heaven is above enjoying the view
these eyes are on fire
with the way I live
I’m so very tired and I’m in love with the way we are
how do you feel?