Being in your arms
felt like I was safe
from everything around me
Looking into your eyes
made me feel like I was
the only girl you ever loved
you made me feel special
loving you for 7 years
and still feel that spark
of fireworks when you
called my name
you were always there
when I had no one to talk to
You were there to help me
get through my problems you weren't afraid to hold me
to baby me
When we fought you always apologized
even when it was my fault
you seemed like the Perfect guy
For a long time I thought you were
THE ONE
the one I would like to spend
the rest of my life with
But every good thing has an expiration date
I opened my eyes
and was struck with the truth
The guy I thought you were
was just a mirage
A fake, a lie
And just like that
my fairy tale life was over.
My story is written in my poems...they are my way of venting passions, frustrations, desires, angers, and happiness.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
WiNtERSWEEt VAllEY
Wintersweet; my special place
My world between the world
I'm its creator and Its only destroyer
There's mountains in the distance
A meadow with my favorite flowers
Trees everywhere, different colors;
Some orange, others purple or pink
There are no seasons in Wintersweet
Its a mixture of autumn and spring
Its sunny and rainy sometimes
But neither hot nor humid, just nice
There's a sea green pond where ducks and geese swim around
Animals roaming round and round
Filling the air with different sounds
A golden swing set with benches here and there
And also a never ending brick road in mid-air
I choose who comes and goes
For it is my world
I go there when there isn't anywhere else to go
All of my worries and pains vanish
When I visit my dear Wintersweet Valley
My world between the world
I'm its creator and Its only destroyer
There's mountains in the distance
A meadow with my favorite flowers
Trees everywhere, different colors;
Some orange, others purple or pink
There are no seasons in Wintersweet
Its a mixture of autumn and spring
Its sunny and rainy sometimes
But neither hot nor humid, just nice
There's a sea green pond where ducks and geese swim around
Animals roaming round and round
Filling the air with different sounds
A golden swing set with benches here and there
And also a never ending brick road in mid-air
I choose who comes and goes
For it is my world
I go there when there isn't anywhere else to go
All of my worries and pains vanish
When I visit my dear Wintersweet Valley
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