What the world teaches us.

No matter how much advice you ask for the best advice comes from your heart. 

Trust is just a word tossed around that everyone thinks they have. 

When you fall down and start crying your parents will be there. 

Bad days will come don’t let the bad effect the great ones. 

When you fall in love your heart will not be broken. 

The ocean is beautiful and quiet. 

Treat others how you want to be treated. 

Just like trey songs “Sex ain’t better than love” 

Love and Trust are different things. Lust also goes with that. 

Manners matter. 

Family matters.

High school is like a big hike with no trail map nor trail and when you get to the top of your trail it will be spectacular if you make it that way. 

If you make it that way. 

ms.

I am Obsessed with our love. 

It is the best obsession anyone has ever had. 

Its like I am surrounded with white noise when I dance with you not concentrating on anything else but the thought of you. 

As if my concentration was not enough people were concentrated on our history. 

Wishing they were as happy as us.

Witnessing our history starting. 

Stuck in a priceless moment. 

No amount of persuading can make you leave? 

Stay my love. 

Stay and we will make each other happy forever. 

Come into this dear. 

Give me air to breathe. 

I will give you my soul. 

Lets find love. 

Lets live now and tomorrow will be grand. 

He says it all.

My Love

Don’t forget this. 

Hands shaking.

The way you look I think the doctor would give me permission to go into a coma. 

Babe do not forget this. 

The way you smile and run your hands throughout my hair.

Babe I will not forget this. 

I hold you a little tighter than I would anyone else. 

Your touch is so real when I try to reach for the stars the glass breaks. 

I am in a new dimension when I am with you. 

If the only thing I have to worry about when I am with you is “what time is it?” Then I want to be with you when we have all the time in the world. 

My strength is gone when I am with you but somehow I find the strength to bring you in on my body. 

Lips on lips. 

Your teeth are so cold but body so warm. 

I can feel you. 

I can see you. 

Is this too much to ask? 

Don’t forget me. 

Don’t forget me. 

Your hair is like black wet pain on a beautiful white canvas. 

It is black and white Babe. 

Don’t forget this. 

Your face is connected to my emotional heart. 

Your body is connected to my heart. 

I want to be stuck in that time when I am with you.

Your body is drowning me. 

Let me drown in you. 

Happiness has the right to be sad.

Happiness has the right to be sad every now and then. 

Sadness has a lot to be happy about. 

I shouldn't be this happy.

You shouldn't be this sad. 

Silence has the right to be loud

Loud has the reason to be silent.

anger has power to be Mello 

Mello should get angered more. 

Pain demands to be felt.

Just because you feel someway doesn't mean it is always pain.

The sun has the right to be up at night.

The moon out during the day sometimes. 

Blood should be shed. 

Blood should stop bleeding. 

Pride can be managed 

Managers have too much pride. 

Life has reasons for death. 

Death has more reasons than life it feels like. 

The right tern prohibits you from turning left 

The left prohibits you from turning back. 

What comes down must come up. 

What goes up must come down. 

It’s a way of life 

Life has a way of meaning. 

Find that meaning. 

Sunday at 4:01

My eyes are a little bigger. My knowledge is broader. The last week has been so eventful I do not know what to do with myself. It’s like all my hard work has shown... All my weaknesses as well. My Life is still here. It’s like i am back at the start and I can’t possibly do anything worse. Its is only up from here. The sky is a little bluer but the leafs on the trees are falling off, weather is a little cooler. My blood is a little colder. My bones are like old rusty pipes...They need to be replaced soon. I can’t tell you what it really is I can only tell you what it feels like. there are gunshots and I am fine with it. I am bleeding out why am I not screaming for help? why am i not screaming for life? Painted memories being burned at the stake beautiful oil filled colors on the burning wall feeling the heat from the cold. Stepping in a hot room, my body unthaws pain fills the skin. In the end. The fire on the wall will be put out. The pain on my skin will be gone. The magazine in the hate filled gun will be empty. Just like that. My eyes are a little bigger. My knowledge is broader. My Life is still here. It’s like i am back at the start and I can’t possibly do anything worse. Its is only up from here.