My little Butterflies.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Just for you being you.


A person doesn’t have to be perfect to be exactly what you need.

Cause I fell in love with you everyday without you saying a word.

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Don't let me.


Words may not leave these lips,
Words might not leave this heart,
But please don't take me for granted.
Don't use me just for the sake of filling your heart.

Take me in your arms and keep me there. 
Make me your princess and I'll make you my King.
..this I commit.

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Please don't take me for granted.


I'll stop chasing. I know the consequences. I know, all too well, the pain. Just so to see if you would stop to look back, and notice that I've stopped. 

"Turn your head and look for me," hopefully whispering in my head.

Always Just.

     

“We could always just cuddle”

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Veiled Mannequin.



Faceless and hollow.
  Her face fading,     
Lips chapping, 
Body shading.
That happens to a tuned out porcelain.
Staring out the same old window,
Looking at strangers' faces pass.
One look is all she gets.
Not a turn, not a wink, 
not a tinge of a smile 
even when she's at her best.
Longing so bad for an acknowledge or two,
Wanting more; a greeting from another.

She's living but barely breathing.



A voice broke,

Full figured with a firm smile, was
All she saw through the reflection off the window pane,
He was,
Limbless to the core,
Lying gently on the floor,
Watching for on coming feet,
Hoping the next would not stomp over him.
His limbs were hers,
Replacing her broken,
He prays for the day she would come to realise she's not alone.

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