you...my favorite poem
is that hard to believe?
it is to me
when every poem I write
develops like a newly planted tree
the seed
precious and ever so kind
I plant it into the cold thick ground
but you see dirt
just embraces the fact that every beautiful start
has to start with a little bit of crap
and so we wait
for this noun to grow
everyday elements expose
who it is
the sun signifying his eyes
the rain washing away as it lies
and washing away his lies
once the elements combine
you create one heck of a dime
a flower whose every bit
would never be diminished
and a flower who has been giving the power
to thrive

you are better than the best poem I've written
you make my heart beat faster than time
I am lemon, you are my lime<3

This is me
not incredibly pretty
but it's all I got
    This is me
    not incredibly smart
    but it's all I got
        This is me
        not incredibly funny
        but it's all I got
            This is me
            not incredibly anything
            but it's all I thought
                Until you arrived
                changed my current perspective
                and my entire life. :)

my ***** little secret
is that some nights
i get so into my dreams
that i actually believe
we were meant to be

then i remember
you've had a friend before
and maybe i'll just be thrown
out the door

cause i can't keep conversation
better less a four week relation
but it's my stupid willpower
makes me come back for more
my stupid tumblr inspiration board

it's me
it's me believing in happiness
and you are the center of
why i keep smilin

i have so many feelings for
i wanna tell them all to you
but i am fearful
that the truth may be rude
so i'll keep dreamin
and pretending it's true

Love is blind
I don't believe that
Because I can see you clearly
Dearly
I can see the way you walk the world
And don't let it walk you
The way you glance at me
Torture
Because you're not mine
And everyday when I wake up
I remember you have woken up too
And I wonder if you have dreamt of me
In the way I dreamt of you
In everything I do
It reminds me a little of you
I never forget a word spoken
A book locked in my brain
For useless and hopeless days
When I haven't found a nice thing to say
Whenever I see or hear your name
My pulse jumps out of my vein
My friends can call me insane
But they will never hop on the train
Of love
That takes off every day
If my words stay glued to this paper
Then my words are serious
If my words float off
And drift away
Then I know that it was never meant to be
And that you didn't feel the same
But let's hope it doesn't end that way