Can't Help ItI can't help it.I can't help melting into your eyes,Can't help laughing at your stupid jokes,Or smiling when you smile at me.I hate it. I can't control it.I can't stop itI can't hasten it.I can't help it.I can't help falling in love with you.The way you make me turn red.Or make me realize what a hopeless dream this is,And how small my chance with you is.But I can't help it.And some days I wonder,Do you think about me this way?Do you spend each day hoping fervently that I'll love you?Do you wonder what will happen to "us"?Or is it just me?I hate it.I can't control it.I can't stop it.I can't hasten it
parachute.I won't tell anybody.I won't tell anyone about the way you make me jealous, just to comfort me. Not about the way you make me laugh just by smiling, The way you make me smile just by looking at me.I won't tell anyone about the way your hand is warm when you hold mine.Not about the way you hold me when it's cold outside.I'll never tell a single soul.They want to see us fall down. They want to watch us crash and burn.But we won't.And we never will.But still I won't tell anyone about the way you kiss my cheek.Or the how warm your eyes are when you look at me. Or the way I feel completely safe when it's just you and me.
I thought I lost you...Five years. Five years of searching every corner of the earth for him. Every nook and cranny, and trust me, there are a lot of them. The last place I expected to find him was in a farm. He hated farms. He wasn't there either. I checked every single one. No trace of him. This is driving my insane. How many other places were there to search? Well, not too many, but then again this Earth can surprise you. Surprises. I hate surprises. Life would just be easier without surprises. If there weren't any surprises, I would still be alive. The doctors would have known that I was born with a defect that made me vulnerable to cancer. They would have
Just Stab MeWhy don't you just stab me in the heart, it would hurt less.Oh wait...you already did.
The Honey and The Bee~I stare up at the stars. They shine and gleam in the pitch-black canvas called the sky. My cheeks are probably as red as a tomato, partly because of the cold air, but mostly because of you. Your hand slides over to mine and I smile at the stars. Even in the dark, I can tell you're smiling too.