For all you lovers out there.You know how it's like. To sit on that bench in the parking lot. Look around every corner. Wating, Patiently. For that ONE person to show their face. You get that gut feeling that makes you want to puke, YET its a good feeling, it makes you want to fly and soar and do everything possible that will make them notice you.. All you need is a smile. An inspiration, to keep you liking them.
And then when finally, you get to the highest point in adrenaline, HEART RACING, and mind TWIRLING. they forget your face. Your images become blurry. What ignorance they show. On the way home you hold it in. Seconds pass, Thoughts race, of what had happened that day. His laugh, you standing in a corner, him passing aling as if there's nothing to see.
The hallways, the peeking around the corners, and then the Gut feeling. But today you choose to fade, imagine and dream of what could happen. Instead of being outrageous. Your effort to be noticed, a waste of time.
I waited till the day I couldn;t take it aymore. Where I break down crying. I could've have let all HELL break loose, for my love for you to leak. But no, I waited to return to my castle in the skies where everything is perfect. Ponies, rainbows, and pure love. Panting for Air. Knelt to the ground and cried my eyes out.
Oh, Don't worry we all over exagerrate. But love is hard, it truly is. No one can fully understand what you go through everyday. The Steps you climb to catch a glimpse, the fastened pace to keep up, to catch an eye. I might not understand, but I know what it's like to be broken down till there's no way out. Till there is no Phsycatrist that can help, take all the "pain and confusion away."
Claiming Young love is a myth and should be banished from sanity. Till teenagers have nothing else to abide to but their parents rules. Breathe. There is much more to tell, less time to tell it. But a million breathes to take hold of. A thousand more words couldn't show the devistation that shines through my eyes everyday. Your eyes everyday.
Lesson: Go all out. Or don't try at all.
Friday, November 6, 2009
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