Saralalala

Does he notice me? Or maybe share the same curiousity I have? It's ridiculous, I know But the childhood notion that nothing is impossible,             kind of gives me a glimmer of hope Not enough to back up an attempt But certainly enough of a glimmer to shine             and distract me like keys to a cat He's the typical crush in my mind Maybe not a James Dean or a Gregory Peck But neither of them either struck my fancy He does, in every quirky mannerism her performs That glimmer he gives me, Can he see it in my eyes? Untitled Haiku I am walking sin There is no escaping it I know my ending

I escaped a place of torment to start new Here I stand in the midst of my own explosion Always watching myself from a mental perch Wondering what the hell I'm doing! If I didn't know me, I'd have half a mind to slap myself And to think, Escaping may have done nothing Sadly enough I think this is who I am

What a shame In a dark room she'll wake to find no one It was just a dream she felt Just a dream again One day it won't be It won't be "just a dream" So she closes her eyes She closes them to dream again