She’s beautiful.

She’s smart.

She’s funny.

She’s all around amazing.

I’m hopelessly in love with her, and I tell her every single day.

Now I just have to wait for the day that she believes me.

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I still ache, though I know not what from.

I have never felt such distress.

When one has gone through so much in such a short amount of time, it is most difficult to be sure what is troubling us at all. 

And we wonder, will it always be this way?

Is it an eternal pain?

I wish I could share with you the answer.

But all I know, dear, is that it’s there.

And that I can not sleep at night, the thoughts race too fast.

The sheep scurry away, sick and tired of being used this way.

“What is so boring about sheep?” they saay

“We are more than objects to be counted. 

Ideas, memories, loved ones.” 

We want to be comfortable when we sleep, so we count sheep.

Surrounding ourselves with memories.

Bury your face in their wool next time.

You know not what will come tomorrow,

So treasure today the memories that you made yesterday.

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Its a funny thing, acting out.
Some kids stop doing homework,
Others talk back,
And sometimes we decide to be really bad seeds an break a law or two.
But it’s never for the reason they think it is,
And it never gets the attention it needs.
Its sad, really.
The child puts so much effort into their rebellion and the parents exhaust themselves trying to get their angel back in line.
You would think that it would at least do some good
Sadly, it just forms habit and rots apples.

The Gay vs. Straight Debate

Why are we doing this to each other if we all come down to the same thing?

I am a person. I love a person. End of story. That’s how it was when we were kids. Everything was natural and we accepted it. We can never be better people than we were as children. But we can at least try.

Love your neighbors, no matter what they choose to do or who they are. We are all people. All living. All deserve the same respect. It’s not hard not to hate. In fact, it’s the easiest thing you will ever do. Just let the hate go.

Sexuality isn’t a choice.

The words that come out of your mouth are.

Chose wisely, for the people around you.

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I see the lights.

They remind me of you.

Then again, everything seems to nowadays.

Because we always want something the most when it is either too far to reach, or so close we can almost touch it.

Never an inbetween.

Never when we have it.

The attained is so unappealing.

When it is completely dark, I think of you.

Wonder if you miss me too.

Wonder if your heart misses the love I gave you.

If you ever felt it at all.

Maybe I did so much more wrong than I thought I did.

Maybe we were doomed from the start.

Could I have just been your experiment?

A test drive before you took someone else out for the real ride?

Our crash.

Was it on purpose?

My screw up.

Your scapegoat?

My foolishness and panic and longing for love pushed me into the arms of another.

But was I ever in yours at all?

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I’m so sorry, baby girl.