The Boy In My Spanish Class Across the room And three desks to my left, He sits there for 45 minutes. We both listen to Her drone on and on- Probably pushing us both to our limits Surrounded by girls, For him, is so typical- But his blue eyes just graze over them. He only wants me... Well, at least for right now... It seems like I'm finally condemned. He's flawlessly made- Blue eyes and blonde hair... An angel, from what I can tell. But the stories I've heard, The things that he's done... Make me think I should bid him farewell Is it just me? Am I overreacting? Should I smile back during class? Worse comes to worse, I might lose a kiss- Maybe have a couple of laughs. Just breathe, Just breathe. Ill just try to be brave. It could turn out alright, Maybe we'll end up as friends, Either that, or I'm digging my grave.

Most Common Question I asked myself this question And I'm sick and tired of guessing The undeniably complex Ideas of Love and it's effects. This past week I have been searching, Hoping to find the answer lurking In a book at home or google chrome Or some love song by Norah Jones I searched and searched, night and day... ...or maybe for just a few hours, okay? But how am I supposed to define A feeling that I can't seem to find? That's when it hit me- then and there, That Love is just like breathing air. It's not forced or learned, it's how we live For those that we care for, it's how we give. There is no way to learn to love See, the people we care for just kind of Lead the way so that we can't avoid The love that we feel even when we're annoyed So next time you question the things that you feel, Think of your family and friends and you'll know that it's real. #7709LV

This Train And I Rusted tracks, Empty seats, abandoned stops, Forgotten streets. This train and I- We're broken. Our stories are Unspoken but We ride on by Without a word Of things we've said, Of things we heard. Alone and dull With graying hair- This train and I Are going nowhere.

That Night I've never smoked a cigarette Nor have I had a sip of wine But the way you made me feel last night, Was utterly divine I simply could not concentrate Knowing you were there I couldn't speak or move or breathe Underneath your stare Your smell wafted all through the room And I couldn't help but contradict The fact that I was yours that night- Your one, of many, addicts Your skin was my cocaine Undeniably sweet and soft The high I got from kissing you Is still sending me aloft Now that you've left without a goodbye I can't stop shaking, My lips are cracked And I swear I'm not faking There's nothing I could possibly do To make myself stop And I can't explain- I don't know... It's too much and I just don't- Won't- Can't. stop. Wanting. You. I don't know what's happening I-I don't know what's come over me... Maybe you could stop by sometime For just a cup of tea?

Procrastinate These words are nothing but time And time is nothing but a waste I just wish I could leave this #life behind, But I know that this #life must be faced To do nothing is to give up To give up is to diminish I wish I had something a bit more abrupt, That way it'd be easy to finish Across this table lay my work. It finds me easy to aggravate. See, my homework is kind of jerk, That's why I always procrastinate. ~for those times we've all been through in which we have something important that needs to be done, but for some reason, we just CANT DO IT~