True Love

Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you,
In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you,
The ink flows down into a dark puddle
Just move your hand, write the way into his heart,
But in this world of infinite choices
What will it take just to find that special day?
What will it take just to find that special day?
If I can’t hear the sound of your heartbeat,
What do you call love in your reality?
And in your reality, if I don’t know how to love you,
I’ll leave you be.

Love is not when you’re full,
but your friends keep taking pieces.
Love is not when people love you for your looks,
your money, your fame.
Not when people don’t like being around you.
When they hate your smile, personality
When they hate YOU.

I’m always in the dark, always in despair.
Then you tell me you don’t like my hair, honestly, I don’t care.
But I don’t see why you need to make fun of me, but do if you dare.

Are you still making fun of me?
Oh I guess you are, you’re just making fun of me
because it’s your turn in the dark.

Uh! Why are you still here?
Why won’t you quit
You’re underestimating just who you’re dealing with.
All of a sudden you’re acting nice
I’m really not that surprised.
You’re pretending to be my friend.
But I found a thing called revenge.
I’m sick of being in the dark, now is your special part
Oh now you’re throwing darts!
It’s your turn in the dark

Constantly falling
into the deep end
constantly failing
is it a trend?

My teachers are screaming
the bells are ringing
but the bell doesn’t dismiss you, I do

Trapped up – locked up even though I tried to
all these assignments and my hands are crying like I’m a brand you’re buying
at the end of the day I’ll rise even to your dismay

Overcontrolling banshees
very short fuses and smell like hand cream
in distress if I’m late even though you get paid minimum wage
hyperventilating if I use the toilet – saying it affects my learning
how am I even supposed to learn when your always spurning

so please explain it to me why you always smell like hand cream
and why you teach for the money and not for your pleasure

you can give me detentions
saying that my family doesn’t give me attention
but even with your intentions
I’ll rise

There’s abusive love
There’s misunderstood love
There’s controlling love
There’s forced love
There’s scared love
There’s fake love
And there’s take love
And messed up love
There’s different types of love
If your love is any of the ones above
then it isn’t love

Tears on my pillow
Tears on my face
Tears on my hand
What a disgrace!
Tears on my teddy
Tears on my toy
Tears on my bed
Because of a boy
Tears on my top
Tears on my leg
Tears on my jumper
The reason unsaid
Tears on my cheeks
Tears in my eyes
Here we are again
What a surprise

The thing about a broken heart
The pieces never stay
They leave in parts
One thing I’ve learned from falling in love
Is that it’s all heartbreak and none of the above

Irllylybidkhttybikylse
So, pls dbmh
Don’t, tma
Ik his
Trust me ibbb
Don’t bma
I am da
You itz always u
It always u
I’ve met a lot of ppl but nobody feels like u so

If I was skinny and wasn’t fat
If I was beautiful and not a rat
If I was white and wasn’t brown
If I was happy without a frown
If I had perfect teeth and a great smile
Then liking him could be worthwhile
If I played volleyball and didn’t dance
Then maybe I might have had a chance
If I was short and wasn’t tall
I could have been the prettiest of them all

If you’re reading this and relate to it
Just know someone loves you every bit
If you feel that you are not enough
Just remind yourself you’re beautiful and tough
If you find yourself covering your face
Or want to be a different race
Just know you are loved ❤️

Dreams come true on Christmas eve’s night.
Oh, how my spirit was so bright.
The night before Christmas was an amazing day,
Everyone decorated without a delay.

Awaiting the moment, the grandest show,
With Santa’s sleigh that would slowly but gracefully flow.
A sack full of gifts,
Is what he lifts.

He will soon appear
Spreading laughter and cheer.
In the shade of pink is where the snowflake danced,
Where couples in the snow also pranced.

In this land of wonder, oh very sweet and bright,
A pink Christmas night, such a neat delight.
Christmas is a place where it snows
And love and warmth in the air it flows.