In a sentimental mood…

Dear You,
I love you to the point that I find beauty in who you are and everything that you’re striving to be.
But I think there’s more… This year holds quit a journey for us and maybe… Just maybe…
I will love you with every piece of me & have the feeling be reciprocated.
Eventually have a love so deep that no words, or poetry I speak could quite capture the essence that will be our love… (although this one is the hardest I’ve attempted)
Right now I’m a sucker for your drive … & if I look close I see the ambition and passion in your eyes…
And right now it’s my dream let my guard down so that I can strip bare to just my insecurities & wear you as my armor…just because I believe our love has the potential to be that deep…
Its funny that when I fell for you, everything I knew about love went out the window…
Our connection stopped being physical, we gained depth & it became mental. 
Everything i know I love… And I can’t wait to understand what I don’t.
But what I know for certain is that your soul is beautiful… And whether or not these things happen this year or the next, you’re beautiful… And that’s enough for me…

Hope…

I weep for those who are lost…
For those who have become equivocally unequipped to justify their meaning in life.
For those who first speculate and then perpetrate those in surrounding…
For those who question their confidence within, I weep.

Life however is an ever flowing process, like those who struggle through to find their way in… 
Therefore my weep is never in empathy you see, because the lost can always be found and furthermore become free…
But until that day comes I’ll just continue to weep… For me.

Ignorant bliss…

Just how exactly do you cure a lonely heart, anyone know… Cause I’m not exactly sure.
My heart longs for him you see, longs with a complete desperation that makes my heart churn three times faster…
This disease… My body limp and frail to an almost immobile function.
I feen for this cure you see, because without it I’m afraid the incessant thoughts will soon rotten my frame to the core…
And as I lie and decay, I’m sure that even to my death, he won’t even know the amount of pain he’s causing.