Let Me Share all the Love with You
Let Me Care for You all the Move
Let Me Wait for You Till You Come
Let I Give You The Best of My Life
Let I Come in Your Lovely Dreams
Let I Share My Loneliness With You
Let My Eyes Look Into Your Heart
Let My Silence Speak With You
Let My Hand Hold Your Hands
Let My Heart Cure Your Pain with Love
Let My Lips Kiss You When You Tired
Let My Brain Stop Thinking Beyond You
Let My Heart Beats Say Your Name
Let My Legs Walk with You


Let Me Make You Laugh When You Are Sad
Let Me Beautify You at Your Ugliest
Let Me Push You When You are Stopped
Let Me Encourage You When You are Upset

LET ME LOVE YOU WHEN YOU ARE HATED

I’m the girl
that falls asleep at dawn
Lying in bed with eyes wide open
Bright Eyes exploding in my ears
As I awake, with woe and renewal
of life, I grab the knife
I feel the blood drain
drain from myself
My soul, my mind, my pity
I begin to think of you
The pain I caused you
The loneliness I faced you with
I want centre doom
Like one of the 9 levels of hell
I just want silence
Silence filled with emptiness
For you see, I seek clarity
Yet in the end
I only to receive nostalgia

"hello" her voice sings
A familiar melody
That I can sing along to

A song of summer days
A dream of secrets
Falling from those lips
Where lust now lingers
The color of stolen wine
Sipped together in the shadows

My hands twist braids
From perfect silk
Let me be caught forever
In these fiery knots

I lie with her
In a bed of downy green
The sweetest home I have ever known

Her smell intoxicates me
Sweet-like cotton candy

God make me strong enough
To deprive this rose of sunlight
So maybe it will die
Before the whole world sees
And scorches it
With words of fire

maybe he will smother it
With his subtle demands
And glass kisses

Teenage curiosity carries him
Through my silence
As I dream of her pale eyes
Soft where he is hard

What would it be like to kiss
That pouting yielding mouth?

She calls my name
And talks of his hands
Covering her body
The finest Gown

Would that it be my hands
Would that it be my name
To make her come alive

With each word
A petal falls

I love her

She loves me not

I love her

She loves me not

I bet she tastes
Like her favorite
Strawberry lipgloss

last night
I came to the conclusion
that
every time you leave, I
die a little inside
and
I don’t want to tell you
‘cause
if you knew
I’m not sure whether you’d
stay in effort to keep me alive
or if you’d
keep on leaving until I’m

dead

Just turn on the TV
It can be depicted on almost every channel
Open a book
Flip through the pages it is not hard to find
Turn on the radio
Everyone has sang about it at one time or another
Love can be found everywhere
I don't mean where you can find that special someone
I'm talking about where you can go and hear stories of fictitious love
Things that Hollywood can only make happen
We all wish for it to happen that way
But it never dose
It gives us a deceitful hope of how things really are
They make it look so easy and fun
When in absoluteness it is not always fun
They make it look elementary
They leave out the heartache, the pain and struggle
They leave out the tangibility
How things really play out
Why can’t they depict real wholesome love?
And show us what we are really looking forward to
Show little girls the truth behind their favourite story
In real life the road to bona fide love is a long and hard journey
And nothing like the movies
But sometimes that is good
Not all couples Hollywood has created can make it
And that shows us that Hollywood should not meddle with love
Because no one should meddle with love
Love is unpredictable, stressful, a roller coaster, but if done correct amazing
I'm young and have yet to experience love
But I have experienced more heartache than one deserves

Yes, bad things happen to us.
But good things come from love.
Do not forget the past.
Do not regret what moved too fast.
Things are changing
But welcome change in.
And let the change bring
A new found happiness
Taken away to bliss
With death's final kiss.

Who am I

I'm not my name,
I'm not my face,
I'm not my height, weight or race.
I'm not my age,
I'm not my date of birth,
I'm not yet resting, beneath the earth.

I'm the words of a song,
I'm the twinkle of an eye,
I'm hidden beneath the crinkled pages of a book,
if you take the time, you'll find me, just look.
I'm the warmth,
I'm the light,
I'm a silhouette beneath the starry sky
on a dark, cold, winter night.

I'm an infinite dream, drifting through life.