The Undeniable Craving.

The privilege of being young and careless is taken for granted, and it's those who lose it before they ever really had the chance to have it understand this the most.
The dreaming dies all to often, and the hope struggles to withstand the trials of time.
Forced to dig roots deep enough into sand to ensure it's place in the future, like an oak by the ocean.
Stronger, more aware than the others who fill their minds with the pettiness of this existence,
But oddly enough it's easy to find one's self envious of their ability to.
Abandoned, alone, afraid, yet unable to allow themselves to fall victim to these struggles for there are decisions that must be made, and sacrifices that necessary.
Constantly swallowing wants and desires in compliance to the demands.
Beaten, bruised, tired, but there is no time to rest.
There are things to be done, and the pressure heavily occupies their shoulders.
It's easy to be unsure of the decisions  made with youth and the lack of guidance.
The struggles of becoming an adult so much before their time, and the inability to bask in the rewards of adulthood.
You promised they'd become amazing, that they'd strive.
The personality they were 'gifted' with ensures that they'll never give up on their responsiblities.
Never truly be careless, and always the ones who accept what is, and there place in this world.
They will eventually have an easier existence because of their understanding, but eventually isn't now.
And now is surely it's taking it's toll.

The fearful.

Passion in your eyes, and love at your fingertips. 

You've got so much potential rushing through your veins, beating life into your heart and soul. 

But doubtfulness linger near, sometimes your cheeks give it away, and sometimes it's your inability to look me in the eye.

Just remember some time will be your time, and you won't hesitate. 

Fear is a obstacle your working to overcome, it's a mountain your climbing 

You will come to the realization that there is less oxygen on top, and rarely any company.

So please don't linger long. Face the truths, the lies. 

Because right now, those who can see the magic you possess are waiting. 

I am waiting, and your preoccupation has left me with an empty mailbox, just another absence of you. I miss you, hurry home.

The moment of pure hope.

The seconds before the glass shoe shatters or the axe falls. The seconds when you close your eyes and believe, believe somehow if you wish hard enough that fate will show mercy. Well, here's a moment, I'll close my eyes and believe in you, believe in your words, prove me right. Prove them wrong. 

The night club turned elegant.

Remember what it was like to dance? To have no other choice but to surrender our hearts to the music, which in turn shared it accordingly. That night the music favored you. And you left me humming the tune. I still play that song, relive that moment just to feel the way it felt to be in your arms, to be lost in the music, the love, and nothing more. But now that's moment gone and I'm here wanting much more. More than anything. More than everything. More than me. More than now. Please, falling star/time on the clock/ lucky copper Lincoln. I am counting on you. I have taken a chance, put faith in  something in me, and now it's just a matter of lines on a calendar. Just a matter of minutes ticking by. It'll eventually be my time. As soon as it's over, I promise you it's all gone, I'm starting over. Someone completely different somewhere new. Anywhere but right here. There will be no more you, I'll never remember another name, I don't want to stay anywhere that long. I'll send postcards, unmarked. Because words won't be able to describe what is in my heart, or head. Not after this. Begin to forget me now, for those few people who even know me, or think they do. I'll count the days, the seconds, count with me.

The protest.

You want to know what my problem is?

My heart is demanding my immediate attention and insisting that I comply, it wants me to love you. But you have prior engagements and my head is on the front like with picket signs that read, "The greatest thing is too love AND to be loved in return."
Your in no mood to love, and I'm too afraid to lose my head again.
But it's a chance I have to take, a struggle, a battle within myself that I can't simply ignore.
I owe myself, I owe you much more than that.
So when I tell I love you, know that I mean it from the bottom of my heart.
And know, that I'm just as afraid as you.