Thinking only of You

Sweet, sweet girl
I will lay on this bed thinking only of you
until the thoughts of you take away from the pain of my sad, sad reality
And your fair voice will warm my cold heart
for every minute I spend thinking of you can only be defined as beautiful

The Ugly Truth

The sun's exquisite light blazes before me
revealing the ugliness beneath all the painted smiles
Knowing there was no way to conceal it
Nor a way to disguise the imperfections
Yet I fell in love with it's light
for I just couldn't resist the temptation to stare

Crowded Eyes

Struggling to keep back every tear
Overwhelmed, fears filled up to the brim
Brown Eyes flooded with knowledge of evil, hate, and madness
Everything that I will ever amount to
But buried underneath the filth
was affection....
passion....
Saddened by betrayal
And confused by thought
Your crowded eyes cry more often than not
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The First Thing That's Ever Made Actual Sense To Me

This was in my journal back from 6th grade.When I first met her. This was when I first admitted it. The realization came to me, "I am actually in love with that girl, no matter how much I don't want to believe it."

"I love her. I love her so much she’s so beautiful. I love her and I can’t deny it anymore! I’d scream it if not a soul would hear."

my actual words when I was 11....

A Waste of an Imagination

Carnivorous throats eating away at my mirage

Bitter and obscure they seem

Sick and twisted you could even say

Grappling into my deepest wonders

And receding after its slaughtered my soul

Blood exuding down the pages of sorrow I write

And for ever and for always

Sadly, for always it will be.......

Nothing Lasts Forever

If you were to say I had a craving for puzzles, an undying passion for flowers, and an emotional attachment to the fire burning brightly at the core of the sun.... 
I will have sweared you had seen straight into my soul.
 For she is the most challenging puzzle that I am yet to figure out. 
She is my favorite white rose, innocent and pure, and above all lovely. 
She is my sun, my beautiful light guiding me through a bleak and cold night deprived of all warmth.
For she is my craving, 
my passion, 
and the owner of my heart