art-ga-suki

My search is over, I have found what I was looking for. The key that would save me, The very words that I needed to hear, The answer to all my confusion. Now I can see clearly, Now I can breathe freely, Now it is over. For I have found the key, To unlock this door. And now, I am free.

Was everything all a lie? Those kind words, Gestures, Everything? Was all that you did for me a ploy? All fake and no substance, Just a bunch of words strung together? So all that happiness, That warm feeling I felt, Was all just me, Trailing behind a dream? I loved the way you had held me, Even for those few seconds. I loved the way you would pat me on the back, Or place your large hands on my shoulders. Even when you teased me, I loved it all. I had loved you. But then, You went to another girl. Was I just pretending to see something that was not? Please don't tell me, That I had wasted all of those words, Those dre

The sun lit the sky. Orange, red, and pink hues filled all above. A blue canvas painted with warm colors. The colors spreading and mixing, swirling into a beautiful unique shade that can only be described as a "sunset." And the random splashes of brighter tints that outlined the clouds were scattered across the atmosphere. I lay in the field of green, looking up at the incredible artwork displayed before me by Mother Nature, the long blades of grass concealing me from anyone who happened to walk by, along the dirt road.  I sat up, propping myself onto my elbows that rested just on my sides, slightly behind, and stared. The sun was setting and

I was frantic. Flustered. Adrenaline pumping. There were bustling people all around me. And the slight delay, that bump in the road, threw me all off. I couldn't think straight. People were telling me to calm down, how could I when we had such a challenge in front of us? What were we going to do?! All these thoughts ran through my head as I was desperately trying to figure out a way to fix this problematic dilemma. Suddenly, a pair of large hands fell and rested on my shoulders. Jolting me back to reality. My heart had skipped a beat. 'It's him…' "Hey, save me one ok?" I looked at the frying pan sizzling in front of me, and then t

Having cold hands, means you have a warm heart. Such an odd saying. But I think that might be a bit true. Though it is only a small superstition. Because...his hands are like ice. Ones that can send a chill down your spine when you come into contact with them. But his heart, though I have only touched it briefly, is as warm as can be. Like the glowing sun on a warm afternoon in the spring.  One that can fill your heart to the brim with warmth like the sunshine. Like someone had poured the sun's rays into a cup and handed it to you. It's amazing that someone with such icy fingers can contain such a warm heart. I touch his hand

Have you ever had the feeling, that no matter how much you scream and yell, no one ever hears you? They just don't listen? I hate that feeling. The feeling of loneliness. And then when you are trying to answer the question asked, and you continue talking as if maybe someone will hear you, they think you are only talking to yourself? Nothing feels lonelier than that. Why do they even ask the question, if they aren't going to listen? To speak and not be heard. They listen but don't hear. Every word out of my mouth is useless, pointless, insignificant. The only words that seem to ever reach their ears are those on paper. But even then, I remain

A dozen roses, Given on a date, Received from a loved one. A dozen roses, The traditional gift That represents love Twelve red roses That is seen everywhere Exchanged between lovers Don't give me a dozen roses, But a single, Red rose A rose that is still closed tight, To represent my frightened heart, That has yet to open up A single rose, To express your love for me, That you are my one and only, True love A single rose, So when I place it in a glass of pure water, Out in the clear, bright sun, and, as time passes on and I watch it bloom, Our love will blossom, My heart will be set free, And I will smile always Like

All I did was say hi to him. A simple wave. A small smile. A friendly hello. And a faint goodbye. So why is it that he made my heart warm up like the glowing sun on that one beautiful afternoon? Warming me from head to toe, spreading across my body from my heart and all throughout. Sending a rush through my heart like an ocean breeze that blows across the shore. When I know I can't fall for him? When I know that it would betray a dear friend of mine. And when I know, that it won't end like I want it to end? Like chasing after a shadow. You can run after it forever and never catch up. That is unrequited love. A love that I know all too well. O