Roses blown on a paper...
I wrote something on a piece of paper on school, today. Guess what I wrote?
*Flashes of memory*
***Light falls diagonally on a classroom, I was sitting by the window the wind blowing on my face and the sun's rays casting an aura about me.***
*Scratching noise.... plays with the pen and scratches his head***
Grayscale...
The light plays on my face,
I wrote freely without pace,
Blindly I ran through the dark,
The only light my heart,
With its fleeting spark.
Words that are so cheesy,
Deep in I feel queasy,
I thought this would be easy,
Words slip from my mind as if greasy,
I'm getting dizzy and lost in the search for words.
So ends the verses and lines,
And with it the rhymes,
The first note of many symphonies,
The scenery glowing with fireflies,
Hear now the symphonies of my heart.
All along I've been hiding in my shell,
With only my shyness and smiles to sell,
I'm alone a lost little cell,
Fearing that I may make a wrong step,
Longing for acceptance and understanding.
The last years of gloom ended,
The tears stoppped falling,
Fear itself was running,
A few talks all it took,
And a whole new step.
I can't help but ask the stars if all this is concidence... chance or maybe choice... all I know is that I'm here... with you.
You asked me why I was silent I answered "Must be the weather." When I turned around I whispered "coz I'm afraid to tell you how I really feel".
***The scratching of the pen ends***
I wrote something on a piece of paper on school, today. Guess what I wrote?
I wrote our names...
*Flashes of memory*
***Light falls diagonally on a classroom, I was sitting by the window the wind blowing on my face and the sun's rays casting an aura about me.***
*Scratching noise.... plays with the pen and scratches his head***
Grayscale...
The light plays on my face,
I wrote freely without pace,
Blindly I ran through the dark,
The only light my heart,
With its fleeting spark.
Words that are so cheesy,
Deep in I feel queasy,
I thought this would be easy,
Words slip from my mind as if greasy,
I'm getting dizzy and lost in the search for words.
So ends the verses and lines,
And with it the rhymes,
The first note of many symphonies,
The scenery glowing with fireflies,
Hear now the symphonies of my heart.
All along I've been hiding in my shell,
With only my shyness and smiles to sell,
I'm alone a lost little cell,
Fearing that I may make a wrong step,
Longing for acceptance and understanding.
The last years of gloom ended,
The tears stoppped falling,
Fear itself was running,
A few talks all it took,
And a whole new step.
I can't help but ask the stars if all this is concidence... chance or maybe choice... all I know is that I'm here... with you.
You asked me why I was silent I answered "Must be the weather." When I turned around I whispered "coz I'm afraid to tell you how I really feel".
***The scratching of the pen ends***
I wrote something on a piece of paper on school, today. Guess what I wrote?
I wrote our names...
"Of all places, here. Of all times, now. And of all people... you."