perfect valentine, im not sure

Wake up take a nice hot bubble bath together lol. At the hotel. Put on a bikini, beach dress over it, leave my hair messed up. Hold hands to the banquet hall for breakfast (or just grab on to my waste). Laugh my ass off while I eat. Ride a horse at the beach then just jump off the horse like those stunt men and into beach water lol. Just stay there hung on to my babes back, carried by them. Caressing skin, playing with hair. Run back together to the room a shower together. Get fresh. Lotion, perfume, dress, curls, shoes, accessories. Piggy back riding to the car. The fair. Waste money on all rides :D. Mess around, as usual. Get in the car. As he drives lay on his shoulder until he hugs me with his right arm, and I lay on his lap. Hit the suite. Let em feed me some jelly beans :]. Feed him anything. Strawberrys, pineapples, all that good stuff. Watch those lovey dovey movies laying down beside em, my head on his chest or shoulder, let my babe play with my hair. Stay up. Take him by the hand and run to the beach at 5am. Grab some bright colored flowers (orange, yellow, red, pink). Take the petals throw em all over the beach. Lay day right there and wait for the sunrise. Get in with my yellow dress. Then just go back on the sand lay down fall asleep.

A Story

id like you to see, see everything.without an explanation, cause words don't really mean anything, id like you to listen to what i felt through out me, the water still running down, the water still flowing slow inside of me.

my story will forever go on untold and unknown,the pages will grow and yonder on like the dieing and birthing roses in your secret garden.

the road, like the sun, the light that'll soon open the days, and then end with the days nights, that soon turn to weeks, weeks that turn to months, months that turn to years.

will i live years without tender love, will i live life without love, or must i love without life.

all my tears done with love, never loveless, never uninspired, and but to cry so much more, and but to cry out all loves thorns, I'll die in thins bed of roses, unloved and in love, a real story's end. To be in love with the world that'll never have a loveless end.

To find my own balance (its pretty homo iguess)

I reach out to the air I'm there
After a decade of struggling, pain, envy, foolishness, tragic moments, tragic views, and attempts that went double crossed ways, your ready to let it go, ready to fail, ready to haul guilty once again, ready to relive related moments that caused an age of so much confusion, endazement, and sufferage. But there's that voice throwing rocks at all my bones, ripping through the muscles, breaking my ear drums, swiming all the way to my mind, the core of my brain, but I'm still relaxed, not a sign of a twitch, or any small diself assured movement. Its one word with one syllable. Its what I'm looking for, what I want. To get away from my mom, get away from the judgement, my recklessness, people who will attempt to be the cause, my dilikes, my unaccepted, the monsters. To be somewhere where the seasons change, where the grass grows green, and where the evenings are a navy blue filled with millions, zillions, of little specs of stars), and somewhere around, somewhere near, is the moon, with any shape, as its phases change, where the houses are like a ghost and all you can really see are the trees, and the growing earth, and all you can smell, is the fresh scent of the air, and the moist dew of the earth. With my father at my side, my younger sister in a high level in civilization, with maybe a family, unharmed, and happy, the father, someone whom will understand atleast tinniest tyniest parts to me, and just be the only person my eyes would liky fall upon. And me and my own little world happily, grazing in my head.

my unbearable motion

I hold my breathe and change to red
I close my thoughts
and hide the signs
I try to speak but thines eyes have met mine
its piercing deep its about to kill
This power I want to stop a stupid looking will
when will I let out this wheeping shrill
Your words are a creep and leading me straight to sleep like a dream started from a pill.

My soul

If the movement of my body appeals to you why not lather it with kisses and caress it with truth in your mind.

I let her get to me

I don't know who the fuck you think you are
Your nothing new
Your something old
I'm gonna leave you behind
I love you
Just sometimes
And I'm not hoping that you'll die
But for you no good wishes
No good news
Your tiring me
Your a hypocrite
Your a liar
Your a judgemental sick fuck
Your no difference from a stealer
A cheater
A screamer
A hope killer
A dream killer
A life giver
But your no good
You raised me to be nothing like you
Your a life hitter
You're never gonna accept who I am
Never even gonna give a damn
Selfish fuck
I'm not going to care about you
Selfish fuck

Look and Love

Happily I roam around with love in my heart and an open mind, without being understood. I don't need to be, I just need to be accepted, accepted as I am, as I have come, as I have always been. I don't need to be anybody that anybody wants me to be. I love and I love easily, but there is no same love not one to compare the other, I care quickly and quickly the care of one seeps into me. Hugs kisses a light touch of the skin, never will I feel better then how I feel when I am loved and I giveth the love back.

Its all up to what I think

Why should I have anything to prove to anybody, and since my life aren't in the hands of a god, it is to nobody I should prove myself. I lie as I please, I do as I please, not following rules of 10 commendments, just following rules of the government I have come to live around. My mind chooses its own direction, making my own little world, the one I wish were real, the one I choose to live in as I sleep. It really is reality, my own reality. I write them in words, I don't whisper them, I don't speak them, I don't announce them to anyone. No one has to know, no one, I have my self, "me, myself, and I". Thoughts can go unshared, but have plenty to give, and I have plenty to spare. I understand myself and no one else ever will, so as I know myself no one else ever will. With that, I have no one to prove myself to but to I and to no one else

do you really need to receive the love that could have been prohiben

If the finest potion must be called love, then it is thines cura, thines drink to life, thou hath not fear to love, to see through the magic which caresses all that be's around you, surounding you with imperial heat, heat that hath filled and complete, do not retain thighs cans and feelings for I'd like to see past all the magic.