Definitely not platonic
I want more, I'm wishing for more
But is it too much to ask?
We shared "I love you"s and such

You're still here in me
I hope I'm still there in you
Maybe I'm just too much lately
But I'll wait for you, like you are with me

My first romance
I'm glad it's you
This is just a part of me
Unconditional love, does it exist?

When my eyes are closed
And my cheeks are wet.
My lips will smile softly
As I forfeit all my fears
To the memories between my ears.

The memories of which
Are made from the trails
I paved in foreign countries.
Strong gales of sweet laughter
Sewn into heart songs; my ever after.

-ARI

The scattered people outside
The boring noise inside the house
The four sides of my room
And the me who is tired to all of it

As a child,daughther and sister
I'm ready to throw it all
Just to be able to leave in this place
I am tired to all of this

I feel locked in
Even if I want, I can't do anything
Everything in here bores me
A bored feeling that slowly becomes a hatred

I don't want to hate all of you
But you are making me to
Maybe is it because of me?
Or everything happened that involves me?

I'm not being a brat
But I always feel sad
In this house, I don't feel belong
Maybe because the responsibilities are shouting at me?

"You can't escape"
They always told me
But I can
I'll find an another way.

I just want a quiet place
That only me and me will feel safe.

The squattter people outside
The boring noise inside the house
The four sides of my room
And the me who is tired to all of it

As a child,daughther and sister
I'm ready to throw it all
Just to be able to leave in this place
I am tired to all of this

I feel locked in
Even if I want, I can't do anything
Everything in here bores me
A bored feeling that slowly becomes a hatred

I don't want to hate all of you
But you are making me to
Maybe is it because of me?
Or everything happened that involves me?

I'm not being a brat
But I always feel sad
In this house, I don't feel belong
Maybe because the responsibilities are shouting at me?

"You can't escape"
They always told me
But I can
I'll find an another way.

I just want a quiet place
That only me and me will feel safe.

I'm trying to be the rhyming Queen
This is the only poem I know from bone to skin
Is writing a poem all about rhyming?
There must be other something?

I want to know...
Are my words worthy to be called poems?
I only write words that I saw
And I see words as gems

I'm still an amateur
To translate my emotions to words
But I can,
Just wish me luck.

I miss your poems
Words that I hope are mine
Feelings for you are still inclined
Obviously can't get you off my system

Lately, my words are for you
These words that I kept hidden
This world is only my freedom
And I'm not saying this out of boredom