3golondrinas

The words drone on and on As if they know what they're saying The fool's gold drips melted from their mouths Drying, sealing their feet to the floor.

So, I'm back here again I thought another visit to my writing desk Would make it easier to remember Exactly why I wanted to forget you The ink spills onto paper, forming words It can't reflect The black and white you invoke in me Or even the shades of grey. But, see, there's the problem I'm not black and white or some mix thereof I'm a darker blue than dusk's sky A brighter green than the leaves outside A deeper red than the slash on my arm After all, being monochromatic only Brings out the colors that people despise But I digress.  This was supposed to be an explanation Or maybe confession is a better term So many

Angels dream outside my window escaping from my pillow glinting leaves of a lonely willow into the silk of night hiding - catching, haunting all light Will they become stars too? I do not know, though... I wish it so Will they have dark wings (like you?) and deep inner meanings (like you?) I hope, so... too Lay, on my shoulder, softly as a feather falling gently in the hazy weather Stay, as my memory is growing older loomly within against my lukewarm skin Don't let the lark fool you with her warning, singing It's dark, oh... it's dark, still Don't get up... wait until dawning wakes into another morning *K MARCH *Y

I have told you. I have told you my fears, my dreams, my secrets. I've told you that some of these secrets will never come out, and that is true. They'll never escape me voluntarily, because they were never created in a way that would let them escape that way. But I need you, and I need you to understand me as much as I struggle to understand you, I need you to look at me and tell me that I'm a puzzle piece as well, I need you to convince me. I need you to be honest, but I also need you to lie. Because lies are what I swallow best. I have told you that I had a past, and a present, and a future. But I've never told you exactly how scrambled

I look at you, I'm nervous as hell, hoping against hope that you'd kiss me. The empty street, the soft porch light, your hazel eyes are all I can see. You lean down slowly, gently, letting your soft lips brush against mine. You do it again, again, and again... We completely lose track of the time. On my toes, your fingers lost in my hair, my body moulding to fit yours perfectly. You kiss my neck, my heart hammers away, your lips tasting like heaven to me. I was eighteen and never been kissed, until you came along, weakening my knees. With you it was perfect, as it should be... Would you kiss me once more, please? ~C♡

I'm the high school girl who sits alone at lunch. I'm the boy who's teased for not taking a punch. I'm the nerd who's only friends are her books. Because the words they say about her stick like hooks. I'm the homeless old man who ignores the peoples glares. I'm the little boy who cries because he thinks nobody cares. I'm the freak who tries so hard to act like she can blend. But she knows she'll never really be accepted in the end. I'm the orphan boy who is left week after week. I'm the girl who's so depressed that she chooses not to speak. I'm the grad student who's life has been so rough. Yet he's finding that still his earnings