Thursday, November 13, 2008

It's A Realization.


The brisk winds of the changing seasons wake me up.
They help me remind myself that this is real.

Brushing your hand along the side of my cheek; it's real.
Kissing my hand and making me blush; it's real.
Looking deep into my eyes and telling me how you feel; it's real.

As the winds are passing,
As the leaves are falling,
As my hair is getting tangled,

This love that I have for you; is real.
And I will never lose that feeling.

11-11-08

Saturday, November 08, 2008

Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder...Is True.


I haven't seen you outside of school for almost a month and it was honestly starting to make me depressed just because I couldn't see you for more than 2 hours or less in one day. Yet today when I got done my last race of the season at Delsea Regional High I was so excited to know that the next part of my day was with you. And today has just been the most relaxing day that I've had in awhile. Just being with you makes everything feel so much better. It's as if your touch numbs away every pain that is in my body. Your words make me smile and when I'm with you i cant frown or be upset. Sitting there watching comedy central, holding hands, laying down by the fire makes my day complete. I really cant explain how amazing of a person you are to me; you mean so much to me. i adore you Brent. <3 :]

Saturday, November 01, 2008

The Reason for This Blog.


For some odd reason my heart beats at a ridiculous rate for this boy. There has always been something about him that makes my attention writhe for his presence. Its been two years since my mind has been set on him. The inspirations he has given me. Like these words that I'm typing. Or the poetry that I manage to make sense and put down on paper. Yet when I try to write something about him that I mean to be like the length of a book, it always turns out that I can't write more than a paragraph or two down. I can't figure out where to begin or when to end. Maybe I can't finish writing this because I know there is more to come. Why start writing about something if it isn't over yet? Maybe I feel as if this relationship won't end. Which means that no matter how much I write about the present; the future with him could be forever.

I Love You.