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 Sep 2014 Aria of Midnight
Amanda
i've been alive seventeen years
and I am just now scratching the surface
of living.
you are like a flower;
you aren't as tall as a tower.
you make me smile,
and you made me want to stay for a little while.

your petals are as bright as the sun's ray,
you show me how beautiful the world is everyday.
i could live happily as long as I'm with you,
and you are the reason why my mood is never blue.

you hold me in close when the world is crashing,
and you are so worth catching.
you're the reason i wake,
you're the star i would take.

you're my sunshine and i want you to open up to me any day,
if only you would let me stay.
i wish i could be your sunshine,
i wish i could make you shine.

i wish you could see,
how special you are to me.
i wish you could feel the same way,
and i would be beyond happy everyday.

you're my sunshine, and the only flower i see on a rainy day,
i see you as the brightest star in my world,
i see you as the light that comes to me everyday,
and i smile when you just say one word.

you are my world,
you are my sunshine,
you are my light,
you are my brightest star,
you are my only flower i love looking at.

but unfortunately i'm just a little small flower in your world.

i don't light up your day.
i don't make you smile just by looking my face.
i don't know all your secrets.
i don't know what you really feel inside.
i don't know who the real you is.

i wish i did because now my world is gone.
i wish i knew how much pain you were feeling inside.
i wish i was there for you,
the way you were for me.

but now i am too late,
my whole world is gone,
my sunshine had died down,
my flower is left with a frown.

my only precious flower is too far gone.
and all i could think is,
what have i done.
You don't see the things I see
And don't believe me when I say
That you are absolute perfection 
In every single way

Your nervous habits I really love
They're just so cute to me
Such as playing with your hands
And pulling up your sleeves 

The way your lips move when you talk 
And your dimples when you blush
How every time I laughed at you
I got a smile and a "hush"

The way your voice sounds when you're tired
And all those things you say
If I had the opportunity
I'd listen to you ramble all day

I saved the very best for last
My favorite thing about you
When you smile that smile of yours
I just can't help but smile too

These are just a few things though
The perfection runs so deep
I love this boy with all my heart
And he's forever mine to keep
your eyes shine as bright as the moon,
your voice is as calm as noon,
and your beauty has just fully bloomed;

and these are just a few little things i love about you.
idk
I knew you loved me,
not just the superficial kind of
Love we see in movies
or read about in books -
the type with no bumpy roads
and with perfect endings.

No.

You loved me with the real kind of love,
raw, true, real, imperfect,
felt somewhere deep inside your soul -
the type where turbulence rocked our
spaceship and where stars sometimes
didn't shine. That kind of Love.

I knew because you trusted me
at times when I didn't even trust myself.
It's elementary, my dear
This bittersweet affection that I feel
From one boy to the next I grew
Ladder rungs of broken hearts

First grade
Blonde hair and disarming smile
Recess games and hallway passes
A note in a diary and minutes spent giggling
Never talking, always watching

Fourth grade
Glasses frame of brown hair and thin shoulders
Curious enigma to come and go
A bit more literate diary entrees
One year of crossed legs and shy smiles

Fifth grade
A growing tree of lean muscle and blue eyes
Short brown hair and a charming grin
Side by side on a rubber track
Gray skies and sweet goodbyes
A bright dance floor and a shattered heart
Miserable nights and heartbreak songs

Seventh grade
Long dark hair and chocolate eyes
This spring has brought a strange surprise
Wiry muscle and soft cheeks
Once admired, then adored
An ongoing thrum of sweet affection
Sidelong glances and gym class stares
New discoveries and quiet realization
Girl can love girl

Tenth grade
A firecracker packed with mysterious boys
And an enigmatic girl
A bomb in the summer sky
Spelling new names, new faces, new hearts
A whisper of 'I love you' at long last returned
Names carved on my ribs and pulling my lips
A tightened chest never felt so good
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