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Serenity All the circles in a line are in the middle of serenity. I watch over it, enjoying watching it sitting there peacefully. As I watch, I ponder about how refreshing it would feel. I go to the edge of serenity and dive in. I feel it touch my fingers first, then my arms, then my hair, then my legs then my toes. I take it all in. I drown in it. The only thing left of this beautiful serenity, Is the ripples of my problems, The ripples of my sorrows, And the ripples of living All left behind me. And I drown in serenity while the ripples fade away.

Hands I'm walking down the infinite aisle of cherry blossom trees all alone. I'm watching couples interlace fingers feeling warmth, When all I feel is a chilling breeze floating through the holes of my fingers. I look down at my hand, singular and cold, And I wonder about the day a pair of hands will close the empty spaces of my fingers and make my hands warm again. As I wonder, I hope, I dream, I pray That those hands will be there soon Because I need them. The road of cherry blossoms is about to end, And I'm still by myself.

He's over there… He's over there… he's at the place where she's sleeping while I'm tossing and turning without him. He's over there… he's at the place where she's surrounded by people while I'm feeling alone without him. He's over there… he's at the place where she has people who love her while I'm standing here, in the rain, unloved. He's over there… he's at the place where she has people she can count on while I have no one I can trust. He's over there… he's at the place where she has faith while I'm sitting here, hoping. He's over there… he's at the place where he shows his unrequited love while I'm

Abused I'm abused because I'm vulnerable. I'm gullible. I'm being taken advantage of. I can't say no to people. Though I have a monologue playing in my head About what I'm going to say to people, It never really does happen. I hate myself because I'm frustrated. Why am I so vulnerable? Why am I afraid to say no? Because just as I'm about to say it, I'm abused again.

Just a Cliché She had on just mascara, and I could tell because her eyelashes were extra long. No eyeliner, no foundation. Not even blush. Not even eye shadow. But she looked gorgeous, flawless, perfect. Her eyes were brown, dark brown, and she had a sparkle in them. Her lips were in the form of a smooth smile, and she had a dimple on her left side. I looked her up and down, and her figure was beautiful. She was perfect. I walked towards her and she kept her milk chocolate eyes on mine, and didn't move a step; barley breathing. Her hair was down to her neckline and dark brown, almost black and curly. It was beautiful. I moved a strand o

Cupid When he isn't around, people are in love and are happy. When he is coming, they argue about petty things. When he is here, be breaks their heart. When he leaves, all he leaves are two broken hearts and the words that say, Cupid was here.

Hopeless Romantic Reading novels, keeping distance from love 'cause I don't know how it's going to end. I keep watching chick flicks or romantic movies, the one's that take your heart away. You can't breathe after you've watched it because you love it so much it hurts. When it comes to real life, I suck at it 'cause I don't know what to do. But this time is different. I like someone, and I can do something right. I talk, and so does he. I laugh and so does he. I smile and he smiles at me. I look at the sky but he looks at me. He gives me compliments and I don't know what to do. But now, he likes someone because I introduced him to h