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I want to fly.: I want to fly :.I want to fly by blackshootingstar97
I want to fly, fly free like an eagle.
To get away from it all.
Why do you keep me in a chain?
I want to be free.
Why can't I leave?
I want to be free.
Feel the wind against my face.
Why can't I be free?
Valentines day.: Valentines day :.Valentines day by blackshootingstar97
Flirting with a friend, you don't even realize it.
he leaves to class, your friends said you were flirting, weren't you?
Few seconds later realizing your heart was beating faster then normal. You start thinking about him. Wishing you were here by his side, thinking to yourself, am I in love with you? Are you even in love with me? If not, will things be the same?
walking down the hall, going to tell him how you feel.
No I can't.
He sees you, and walk right up to you. Seeing his eyes makes you feel safe.
"I love you" you whispered, wide eyes looking at you. Thinking to yourself, he doesn't feel the same way. You feel like you're going to cry. Are things going to be the same? looking at the ground closing your eyes.
"I love you too" your eyes go wide quickly looking at him.
"I love you, want to go out on a date?"
"Yes" you answered, as you two walked down the hallway, smiling.
my valentines day.
Will never be.: Will never be :.Will never be by blackshootingstar97
Sitting there, looking for you.
Looking all over the classroom to see your face.
I see your eyes looking this way.
My heart begins to beat, faster and faster.
"I think he can hear it...?"
My face begins to turn red and I begin to smile.
He looks away, not turning red nor' smiling.
My smile begins to fade away.
I know we will never be.
Tell me you see meTell me you see me...
Not the boy smiling
in the reflection of your eyes,
the green pool which
he had so readily dived into.
No, not that pathetic imitation
of joyful emotion
the authentic personification
lying at that boy's feet.
Can't you see me?
I imagine I must be there
though within the pool
of your eyes
I can only find
that deceiving mask of an individual,
from that disgusting imitation of joy.
Come you must see!
I am here!
Not the boy you see standing
but instead the boy
holding the floor
it offers me the comfort of closeness,
the boy shrouded in darkness
the obscurity that becomes him.
Tell me you see me.
Tell me you aren't bli