OLD - Heart&Key.

I sat on the sidewalk,

crying in the rain...

Our eyes locked for a moment,

and you saw my pain.

On that sorrowful day,

I was truly afraid.

I locked away my heart,

but you offered me a trade.

You asked for my heart,

or rather, the key...

You swore never to hurt me,

and you wouldn't tear it apart.

My hands had been shaking.

My eyes red from tears,

but I handed it over,

despite all of my fears.

You took me on an adventure

and set my solemn heart free.

Now after all this time...

You still have my heart.

You've kept your promise,

and never have we been apart.

Cheesy.

His arms wrapped around me,

his lips, his eyes, his hair...

Everything about him amazes me

and I cannot help but stare.

The way his heartbeats,

his words, his mind…

I think a guy like this

is certainly hard to find.

What does he see in me?

I know what I see in him.

With him I can laugh and smile.

He makes a bad day less grim.

I tend to not open up to many.

He is different from all the rest.

He is someone who I can talk to.

Not one word can describe him best.

I feel that this poem is cheesy,

but what can I do? I fell for him.

Cheesiness is just a side effect.

I'm done fighting. I'm giving in.

OLD - My Night Flight.

When I go to bed at night,

my imagination takes flight.

In my mind, I am soaring.

I see a sky that is worth adoring.

And when I hear you calling,

I start unwillingly falling...

Then when you catch me,

I know that I am safe.

And one day we will meet

all because of faith.

Stop Thinking.

I do not wish hearts broken...

Could this be what I think it is?

I have forgotten this feeling...

I need to stop thinking like this.

Though I know I cannot;

I wish to see him everyday.

Even when know I should,

I cannot seem to stay away.

I am comfortable to speak

because I do not have to hide.

There is something about him

that makes me very happy inside.

Falling vs. Love.

Falling is the easiest part,
but deciding whether or not
love resides within the heart
is the hardest part to me.

How do you know it's love?
Is it something you should fight?
Would you know when
it's wrong or when it's right?

I know myself better than anyone else...
And so I have a tendancy to fall easily
which makes love that much more scary.