In the lonely places
And the corners of a faraway mind
Quiet lingers there
Thin as the fabrics over the chairs
Falling on the unwary
And dripping down the drain
Thoughts of the sleepless
Whispered openly and plainly
Looking back from there I kept walking
Along the solitary streets
Among all the empty names
Searching for only one face
Touching once there
And brushing against here
Glancing at the rain on the window panes
Wishing for just you
A dreary presence
And stark words
Easily replaced by others
Just barely there
Coming and going
Searching at dusk
And resting at dawn
For a little voice
A voice that eases the cold
And gently lifts the
I fell in love with a boy... by AdrianaDesigns, literature
Literature
I fell in love with a boy...
I fell in love with a boy, not a boy a gentleman, a man. I'd known him for some time but the thought never crossed. I had done my thing , he moved away and did his. We were friends of the sort acquaintances more so I guess. We knew each others faces but nothing more, except the things we heard in passing. My life was up and down never in the same place day to day the one I thought I loved took my heart and showed me the inside of it. Ouch. I ran into this boy one day he had moved back. We swapped numbers said a hi and a bye. Never thought much of it until I got a message from him a few days later. Kinda made me smile. Something I hadn't done
Life has a strange way of working out
It would seem I'm headed somewhere
Blazing a trail of my own
As opposed to watching life pass by
For once there aren't any distractions
And things have been set in place
Now it's a matter of moving forward
Of making progress with each step
Perhaps it's been a long time coming
But we all tread different paths
I may have walked a little slower
Though when I look back it won't matter
Somehow I expected something else
Not that I'm about to complain
All stories have their twists and turns
It's time to turn the page
After one month he presented a Rose
After two months with two more did he show.
Three months went by and when i looked outside, there were three roses planted in my garden, growing high.
After four months we were as happy as can be.He took me to eat and had four roses for me.
Five months had gone, he wrote me a song, gave me five roses, and said our love will live on.
Six months went by he handed me six roses and told me not to cry and that someday i would understand.
Seven months we were together he gave me seven roses and said we'd last forever.
Eight months and eight roses.
He never forgot.
He always assured me he loved me a lot.
9 months
I've always loved Independence day.
It's the one holiday where you go to bed late. Stare out the window with wonder as the world goes by, nose pressed against the glass. Childlike feelings come back.
Forget the country. I love the pretty lights.
I love the cool grass. Watermelon. The sounds of whistles in the air and people cheering. I love the smell of gunpowder and the 'thud' in your chest when the rockets go off. The thud in my heart when I see your face. Patriotism in your eyes. You smile. Not because of the noise or the burning colors, but because you are here with me.
We fumble in the dark with the lighter and the fuse. "T