AM I? OR WOULD I?

If I would love you,

Would I tell you so?

Or would I keep it all to myself?

Without letting you know.

Cause am I intimidating?

Or am I gorgeous?

No.

I don’t think that’s the case.

Cause one thing I know,

Is that,

I’m no ordinary girl,

I don’t live up to most standards.

I don’t have the looks of most,

And I’m incredibly ugly,

That’s why,

I don’t shine.

I might live in the past sometimes,

But that’s very rare,

I might have my head in the clouds,

But I see you there.

I might be stranded on a deserted island.

And there’s no one to look to,

In a world where I’m all alone,

No place to call home.

So here I am,

Standing here waiting for that star to show itself.

Cause am I wishing?

For my love to come true.

Flowers & Freedom

Roses are red,

Made for love,

Yellow is instead,

A friendship; a hug,

When a flower is in bloom,

Take care of it right,

Dont let it wilt,

Overnight.

Take care of your hours,

Minuets and days,

We never want our time,

To fly away.

Breathe a little further away,

Take time to space yourself,

Breathe in the air of your surroundings,

Imagine yourself in a place you love.

Because freedom,

Is like a rose,

It stays so long,

And then wilts away,

You never have a time like the present,

So take in what you have.

Love is here,

As well as happiness,

Nothing is better than right here and right now,

So here is what I say,

Think of your happiness,

Your friends and your love,

Think of this today!

Think of a place where you belong.

Underline of You

Shy on the light,

Lonesome on the dark,

But the middle of rings,

Is the solitary things,

That make our hearts run wild,

For Romeo,

His Juliet,

A lover,

For another,

The world goes on,

We meet others in the same bind as us,

And we keep going,

Rushing,

Skipping, 

Leaping,

Crying,

Sadly there is crying too.

In a dimension of this one,

Or in another dimension,

Where our thoughts,

Take over our minds,

And take control of how we feel and how we look.

That sort of world,

Created by our past selves,

Would be a recollection of,

Wonders,

Dreams,

Nightmares,

Creative Ideals,

That would end up to a 50/50 coin,

Heads would rather take the high road,

And tails the other,

There is always a path that is opposing the other,

Always opposite terms,

But the love of the earth,

And everyone on it,

Is surely a blessing.

In a creative maze,

That uses a point system,

In tactics,

In life,

In the movies that we so much enjoy,

In the games that we play,

In the classes we take to be schooled or to school others,

In the things that we taught or got taught,

In homework that puzzles us,

In the things that happen during the day and we are still unsure of why they happened,

Why are we hated,

Is it our fate,

Is it our solid ideal, 

Is it something that I cannot process yet in my mind and that must go down on paper,

Cause it truly terrifies me,

In how much I think,

Overthink,

Under-think,

Sometimes even re-think things that have not yet happened yet,

Or there are days where I say to myself,

Why am I not thinking today,

And I think that thinking is something that I could do without,

Because a heart has misery,

Sadness,

Joy,

Happiness,

Passion,

And comfort that lies under it all,

The way to comfort a person,

Show them your heart,

Show them the side of you no one has seen before,

Show the calming nature you possess,

Show the under line of you.