Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts

Monday, April 10, 2017

TRY



"He wakes up early today

Throws on a mask that will alter his face

Nobody knows his real name

But now he just uses one he saw on a grave



He pretends that he's OK,

But you should see

Him in bed late at night,

He's petrified












Take me out and finish this waste of a life"

Monday, November 21, 2016

Love is

You see there's this guy...and he loves me...but more importantly he wants me to love myself. He appreciates and embraces me just as I am. Together we laugh . He likes that I  order real food, and sometimes spill, trip, get lost, miss a turn, or even have feelings. He supports me in everything. When we first started dating we had all those "first time conversations." What's your favorite music, movie, hobby, etc. I told him about how I'd always wanted to be a writer...a real writer. 

 He asked me, "Well, do you write?" 
"Yes, some. When I have time." I replied. 
"Then doesn't that make you a writer?" He posed. 
"I mean a real writer, a paid writer." 
" So write me a poem, and I'll pay you for it. Then you won't doubt that you're a writer." 
(I never took him up on it.)
     I also told him about how I wanted to learn french, so for some time he would send me messages in french (using google translate), because If I didn't practice it I'd never learn. 

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Its easy to say

Neglisance.
Piglish.
Behave.
Pitch.

                            Dont lost in Rio.