I walk through filled up halls
Faces all around
Yet when she walks past
I can't help but to find her face
It looks uncaring
But not a second after
Our eyes will lock
And her face lights up
Her eyes get softer
Her frown gets flipped
And I can't help but to smile
Our eyes stay locked
We pass eachother
And just like that the moment is gone
My friend says a spark is there
But I know better
Cause I am me, and she is Her
brown eyes and hair
simple, one might say
yet the crown of glowing orbs
it reflects every colour one might see
her eyes, brown yet deep and sharp
they light up with her smile
when she smiles not only do her eyes light up
but so do I
when she frowns
I can't help but ask why
her emotions make me react
which is a problem
when she is an open book
My Open Book
A guitar rests in my lap
My hands beating on the strings
They can't keep up
Nor can my lungs
My heart beats like rain on the ground
Pitter patter, harder, faster
My hands keep plucking
My mind keeps running
Snap!
My hand bleeds red
Yet it still plucks
The notes have stopped
But my mind still runs
They tell me to reach for the stars
To jump and grab
Without regard
Reach and grab the brightest ones
I jump and fall
Yet I grabbed golden orbs
Shining like a golden sun, each and every one
I show and tell, excitement in my voice
But their shine would never be bright enough
So I jump higher, further
Till I reach the end of the world
Standing at the cliff
Sky full of stars, ready to be grabbed
None unreachable, except for one
The sun burning hotter
Brighter than any other one
They told me it would satisfy
So no second thought
I reached, I burned, I fell
Never to reach again
I sat in the lavender field
Telling myself
"It'll be okay"
Yet when she came, worried
I yelled
Confessed my lies
Called out hers
Yet I lied again
Said our love was fake
Told her to run
And when she stayed
I yelled some more
I said there was never any truth
And when she finally fled
I cried
She was finally safe
Safe fron them
Safe from me
And I
I was alone again
Like I always should have been
I fucked myself over, again
(If you know what this was inspired by, hope you had a great crying sesion)
I lay in a field of flowers
White, red, some even pink
The sun gave its warmth so freely
It reminded me of her
Of how easy it is to breathe
I layed in a field of flowers untill the sun turned pink
It reminded me of her
Of how pink her hair is
Yet then the darkness came
It reminded me of her
Of how she always left