When I was small the hardest decision was which starter Pokemon I wanted.
Now its love, happiness, friends , family , money, education, hapiness and success. I cant choose.I need it all.
It’s nights like today where I wish I had a girl that would make me some hot chocolate. Put on some Disney movies so I can close my eyes again. Keep me warm so I know it’s safe to sleep. Then make sure that I’m in my sweet dreams.
Step by step. Each step I take.
It all counts like the choices I make.
Should I approach you or should I just smile.
Should I run away and don’t come back for a while.
Yes I am scared, I don’t want you to hate.
I just wish you sit still and wait.
It may take a while for me to get courage.
You have the beauty, it’s a huge advantage.
I write from a far where I hide in my own imagination.
I know that all I have to do is take my fear and call this event a termination.
Fear they say but all I feel is butterflies.
I think you’re an art, such a beauty and I never tell lies.
Maybe one day you will step into my world where I’m surrounded by a wall.
Then we can you know.. Well fall…
love complicates things
because now I have two choices
I can trust you and embrace my love for you
Or I can leave and prevent any chance of me getting hurt
When you smile at me I feel like I’m in a space ship.
I feel higher, higher than the clouds.
I see stars, stars in your eyes.
I see the bright smile and think.. dam.
Unfortunately we all have to land someday.
Even Neil Armstrong had to come back.
But it’s ok, we all have a chance for a comeback.
Treasure all the great memories.
Look back and smile, like you did.
Maybe one day I can make someone fall in love too.
Can’t even sleep properly
I remember the first time I met her. It was at Starbucks on Bury St. and I opened the door for her. I think she was impressed by my kindness, because she bought my coffee, but left without letting me thank her or ask for her name. From that day I’ve been going to Starbucks every day for the chance to ask for your name, but sadly I never saw her there ever again. I think the reason I moved to a different city was to forget, but it’s ok. Mamma always told me that kindness comes back around.
I’m in the city of New York now. Far away from Bury St. Far away from the memory of the pretty girl with red hair and blue eyes I once met. It’s weird how people don’t say “So far yet so close.” Even though I was 1000’s of miles away from Bury St. every Starbucks I walked into brought back the memory and opening the door for someone became a habit.
I ended up opening up a very small shop, selling painting that I have worked on. At first not many people came in, but after a while it became somewhat very popular. The Newspaper called it the Blue Walled Paint Shop. People would always ask me “Why is it called the Blue Walled Paint Shop, when you’re trying to get your name famous. Why not call it the ‘Simon’s Art’.” I was always too shy to tell them about a girl I once met so I just told them the walls were blue when I bought the place.
One day an old lady came in and wanted to buy one of my very precious paintings. I had to refuse, because it was my favorite, but the old lady insisted that I should sell the painting to her, “It looks just like my granddaughter you see, and she’s pretty, very pretty indeed.”
After listening to her talk about her daughter for so long, I fell in love with the girl the old lady was talking about, gave in, and decided to sell the painting to her, but at the moment I agreed to sell the painting, a man with a black suit and sunglasses came in with a briefcase. I could tell right away he wanted to do some business. He came right up to the counter and pointed at the painting the old lady was about to buy and said “I’ll pay hundred times the old lady is paying for that painting.” I was stunned. That was 100,000$. I looked at the old lady, deep in her eyes there was a small sparkle, very nostalgic, something that made me decline the man’s offer. “100,000$,” the man demanded, “that is more than most people make in a year young man, and I will make sure people know about you,” but I still declined. “I’ll be back with more money then” the man said and left.
”Hurry and take the painting,” I told the old lady “It’s a present for you; let’s just say it’s an early Christmas present.”
”Oh my oh my, why thank you kind sir, I would like you to come to my house one day and meet my granddaughter Jane. What is the name of this painting?”
“Girl with red hair.
Just deep breaths and I’ll ride the smooth beats to the papers.
I’m always smiling, but I have so many layers.
Deep inside, I’m not even sure what I’m feeling.
I don’t feel like going through and peeling.
This is why I lay down my words here.
This will help me live without a single tear.
But really, maybe I’m just truly happy.
Music telling me, just wants to love me.
Everything will be alright.
So I’ll just get some sleep tonight.
Familiarize this and take it all in.
It’s just the start, we’re only at the beginning, ready to begin.
It’s a long road, but who cares, we’re still young.
But I take every breath like the last, fill my lung.
This isn’t for me though.
We got M, C, A, and many more.
You even follow me into my dreams.
You haunt me till the sun come up tomorrow.
It’s like you have me on chains.
I want to escape, I really do.
I’ll give everything to make you happy.
It would be nice if you let me go.
Look into my eyes and you will see no lies.
What do you see, inside of me.
You stare, don’t even dare.
To look away, not all day.
You can feel my love.
You can feel my smile.
It can walk a mile.
You can see my past.
You can see my future.
This love can last.
I like you and what you do.
You like me and what I choose to be.