| the realist |

All I could think of was this girl

Long, wavy hair; as beautiful as a pearl.

Everything about her made me feel

Xtasy, paradise, serenity.

All this felt so surreal

Never have I felt this intensity.

Destiny, it must be

Rêve d’être la réalité.

Ever since then, she never left my mind

And it feels as if my heart was spellbind.

Morning after morning, I wondered who she was

Although, todos los días, ella podría llenar mi mente con pensamientos pesados

Ephemeral though was her presence.

Given time will show me who she be

Until that day,

I feel like I’ll meet her someday

Let fate decide, come what may.

L’espoir de voir ma belle will

Ever in me, dwell.

Reassured and compelled,

Must be from the girl

Of my dreams.

-This poem was supposed to be put on 01.13.11 as a surprise, but it really doesn't matter anymore so here it is.

*On Christmas by Trey Songz

I've loved many before.

I've lost others in the process.

It's all stories and lessons like a lore

For when a similar situations come, I won't digress.

What if's and what not's.

I like to account for everything life's brought.

Every big failure, every little success caught

From the past that had so much for me taught.

I thought it was best to leave love alone.

Or maybe play with it because I know I'd never find the one.

Some higher being decided to bless with me an angel

after all the identities that had potential.

My library of stories and lessons lay shut.

No need to use it if I found the one right?

We all want to be loved

We all want to be successful 

We want to be altogether

We want to live happily ever after.

You only forget the small things that can grow

You only forget chances and risk that will happen

You forget only one thing after another