jesusfreak16

I’m drowning in a fear of never being un-stuck To never know the feeling of creating emotion again To never touch another’s heart again I’m coming down with a sickness I can’t heal on my own If I could only find someone to heal it…. But it seems as if they’ve all run away … Run away with the fear of catching my sickness If only someone would dare to come and touch my wounds to heal me. I’m drowning in the fear of never being un-stuck To never finish another poem again To hate everything I make Not knowing who I am anymore kills me What have I become when I can’t define who I am anymore

“Keep this kiss with you until we meet again” Those were the last words you said to me, As you kissed the tears from my eyes. Then giving me the only kiss I ever wanted, You left me standing there and I died a little inside that day As you left my heart broken and alone You held me and I didn’t want you to let go This good bye was the only on I knew would last forever As you took my hand and held it one last time. “Oh my God it’s happening, You say we’ll see each other again but I know that’s not true” The only words that could exscape my lips, Your eyes looked so sad that day, The only tim

Some how when I think of you I only think of love. I don’t know what to make of this feeling I know I can’t be right when I only want you to myself When I talk to you I can only smile and when I write about you I feel like a dork. I know I shouldn’t be thinking this way but it’s the only way I know how to think When I think of you, I only think of us I don’t know what to think of these thoughts I know I can’t be right when I can’t let you go When I hug you all I want to do is hang on for eternity and when I sing along thinking of you I feel like and idiot I know I shouldn’t be thinking this way

When I’m numb won't you pinch me? When I cry won't you hug me? Will you be with me till I die? When I doubt your here can I touch your face? When I find out life isn't perfect will you be my paradise? When I stop believing in fairies will you teach me there are angels? When I get a broken heart will you stitch it with your love? Am I, intruding on your life? I’m sorry if I’m bothering you with my pain. I think for now I’ll leave you alone to ponder your answer. When I loose myself will you help search for me again? When I can’t see myself will you show me the mirror? Will you be my light in the dark? When

We don’t like each other and I won’t get you a gift, we won’t kiss and I don’t want your stupid bear. Will you be my un-valentine? I don’t think you’re handsome and you don’t think I’m beautiful. You’re not charming and I’m not flirty. Will you be my un-valentine? Balloons are for losers and flowers are dumb. I won’t hug you and you won’t touch me for fear of injury. Will you be my un-valentine? Pink is the worst color I’ve ever seen.  I’ll deny the fourteenth of February exists, and you’ll kill cupid. Will you be my un-valentine? I don’t like hearts and love

always remember this time in your life when you had more qeustions then answers. when you needed someone to call you just to talk. when love was perfect and fairy tales where real. remember when you'd cry at night but no one else knew because you didn't want them to worry about you. remember when the world was better off without you. remember the courage you never had to do what so many others have done. remember the love you never felt, nor searched for. the people who never hugged you the people who never asked the hard questions the people who never saw you cry, yet you still called them friends. remember how that made you fee

if I could draw you, i'd draw you with worry lines on your forhead and laugh lines my your mouth. if i could draw you i'd draw you with brown eyes, just brown nothing more nothing less. if i could draw you i'd draw you with your arms folded and your nails biten. if i could draw you i'd draw you with grey hair, and age spots. if i could draw you i'd draw you with your work clothes on and a hair net. if i could draw you i'd draw with wonderfuly round cheeks, and a pleasently plump figure. if i could draw you it'd be the most beautiful drawing ever drawn. but i can't draw you so i think i'll simply write a poem.

so I had this dream last night, and no you weren't in it. but you were pretty darn close. and in this dream you didn't save me, but someone who looked like you did. and in this dream you weren't the one who kissed me but they sure felt like your lips. and in this dream you didn't talk to me, but it sure sounded like your voice. and in this dream you weren't the one who hugged me. but it sure smelled like your colane. and in this dream, that you weren't in, i think you saw me, but i didn't see you. and maybe, just maybe tomorrow... you'll be in my dreams.