My Diary. My diary is a place to hide. All my feelings and thoughts from Inside. To some they are words all scattered on paper in a book. But much more lays inside, you just have to to look. Keep out it says, as if that would stop you on that page. As if your eyes wouldn't continue in a curious rage. My heart is poured into every word. That is never spoken, only heard. Heard by my diary that listens so. Hey! That books mine! HANDS OFF, LET IT GO!
Staring Upon Reality I watch so silently as you concentrate and think. Your eyes locked upon what your brain is so focused upon. Ah focused. Something I wish I could be while I'm around you. Something that I yearn to be while not even in your presence physically. But mentally. Do you know how beautiful you are? Not just by pure reflection itself, but by reflection of soul. Ah yes. Your beautiful soul. So kind and understanding. So beautiful in every way. Ah. I see your gaze has met mine. For a few seconds you wonder so why I was gazing upon you so content. And so I shake my head, as if to tell you that I was not staring at you, but through you. Into another reality. But why would I want another reality, when you make this one so ...perfect?
Stolen Hearts You have stolen my heart. I want it back. Please, don't leave a single crack. You hold it high, Above my head. I jump to reach, But fail instead. Oh why, do you torture me so? I try to forget but down I go. It's like your living in my head. Oh, Please quit while you're ahead?