11/7/09

I was nervous and excited for the night to come. I finally bought those shoes I've been wanting for years, and people finally saw me in a dress. I've never been to a school dance and as my last year in highschool I thought I should make some good memories. He made my night though, he looked very cute in those clothes and his hat. I would love to replay yesterday night so many times, it will never get boring. I felt like on of those girls in a show and everyone is just watching you for the first time, but god it was so much fun. Can't wait for the other dance to get here.






p.sthankyouagainformakingmynightpossible(:

<3

It is almost eleven-eleven pm but by the time you finish reading this, it will be so then I will tell you that I wish I could expose my most inner self in front of you knowing that I was naked but also knowing I felt completely clothed under the admirable tone of your voice, the one that does, though, soothes my ears every night before I’m tucked away in my comfortable bed, under the sheets that protect me from the darkness that has already swallowed me and anticipating the moment that you will pop out of my dreams to save me from my nightmares, while wishing in that moment that the future in which you will tuck me in, in which we well kiss away at night, in which you will be the last soul I see before I wake isn’t really as distant as we think it is.

daddy's little girl

He sits and waits and sees and hates.
A calamity with no remedy came; he aint ready.
He sits and waits and cries and hates.
No solution and no conclusion,
he cannot reconcile with that pedophile.
An intrution is that illusion,
she's gone more than a mile with that pedophile.

"She's my daugther!" yells her father
"She's my baby, my only one!"
He yells with a broken heart stunned....

eleven eleven

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl...

030109

The warmest, most comforting gift from heaven is a kiss from my girlfriend, my inspiration, my love; her succulent lips charged with sexual essence wrap around my lips leaving me to my most eased stage. It always feels just like the first time I fell for her in the soft, gentle waves of love as they rock me back and forth leaving me in my dreams. I tell her “I’m yours” like the song by Jason Mraz because she gives my heart life as if it were her coloring book. She saves me from nightmares by coming out of one of my dreams to hug my lonely self to sleep. She springs up every emotion my heart could possibly have, especially the selfish side of me: when we end the day with a kiss, I don’t remember what we did but wish for the day to be eternal. I have all types of attractions to her and I look forward to the day I propose to her, to the day I marry her, to the day I am permanently with her in our world made of solid love. Love can mean a lot of things, but right now, love means her.