6/28/16

6/28/16

A Poem by sparkly.ghost

What if they find out the truth?


They suspect… but are you worried?


Who? Have they asked?


Well they’re pretty perceptive. What would happen?


Oh, I don’t know.. but I’d still like you


Good, a*****e.


Can I just…


Unfortunately our circumstances are not ideal. That seems to always be how these kind of things work.


I’ll find a time, we have before… that’s what you want, right?


I think so? I’ve never been kissed. But don’t feel like you HAVE to do anything. And I’d tell you if I wasn’t ok with anything.


GOD, I f*****g WANT to.


Well ok! Here’s to my awkwardness


All I see is beauty (not to sound shallow)

I see a girl who is insanely beautiful, smart, witty, funny, real, honest, and down to earth.

The only thing is you don’t see it in yourself.

I know I see it in you.

I consider it an honor that you even let me talk to you… and the fact that you let me hold your hand?

You are a combination of everything I love and respect.

You have skyrocketed to the top of my list of interests.


Why the f**k do you have to be so cool. And perfect, And awesome. And then live where you do.


I’m just a peasant trying to win the heart of a queen


Oh F**K. I can’t even think… you make me feel alive.


I’m trying to win your heart… is it working?


Well I’d say so. I mean, look at who I compared you to.


I want your heart to be mine… you’re already a thief. I’d like to be one too.


Ok, Mr. Cheese. Consider yourself a very stealthy thief.


Am I???


You’ve definitely gotten farther into my maze of a heart than any other being.


Can you just kiss me already?


All I want is you.

© 2017 sparkly.ghost


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Life is so mysterious and complex, yet I can't seem to give up on finding the answers to WHY. Through my writing, I guess, I'm able to let go of some of that uncertainty, and accept that everything is.. more..

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