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Ariel Knowels Apr 2014
You wrote a song for me
Well not for me
But it might as well be
It's my song
It's been my song for years
Ever since it came on the radio
I owned it
My father would look at me when it came on and smile
"It's like he wrote it for you"

This song makes me
Cry
Smile
Laugh

It means everything to me

Some girls keep their virginity
I keep this song
Until I meet the man of my dreams
I won't share this song

Thank you Jason
Ariel Knowels Apr 2014
God
Why you?
Why does it have to be
The boy who doesn't know
The boy who can't figure it out
The boy who can't seem to realize

But the thing is
You do know
You have to know
It's our whole relationship
We can't be friends
We could never be friends
There's too much unspoken

Maybe I'm crazy
But I just know
There's something
Ariel Knowels Mar 2014
A fantasy
Is what you are
A made up existence in my early sub-conscious
Sometimes you're blonde
Other times
Hair the color of midnight
But most of the time
My fantasies end by one of us
Leaving the other
What does that say about me?
Ariel Knowels Mar 2014
"What happened" and "When did you decide"
The honest truth is that
I knew from the beginning

I knew from the start
That it would end with my foot in the door
I knew from the start
That it was all wrong and I wanted more

What I wanted was to be with a man for the rest of my life
I wanted him to love me
Like
How
I
Loved

Because I love with everything I have
I love in the ways I scream
In the ways I cheer
In the ways I dream
In the ways I smile while I cry

And so the only reason why it ended
Is because you proved me right
When all I wanted was for you to prove me wrong

And so when you say
"We never had a chance"
You are so wrong

Because I gave so many chances
A year to be exact
And now you have left me sitting here
reminding myself that

**I
Knew
All
Along
Ariel Knowels Mar 2014
Even after
seven years
the closeness of your skin
gives me butterflies
that dance and sway at
your
Every smile
and
Every laugh.
your brown eyes dance
with your friends
but are, oh so,
steady
with me
Even after
seven years
of rejection
do i
still gaze at you longingly
and i know that at some point
you have gazed at me the
same way
Even after*
seven years.

— The End —