@kimmy159 good for you, I feel ya.
Hello is the greeting that I expect,
it shows respect,
and I hope they won't disconnect,
but all anyone wants is some "fun."
Where are the people who will share my love?
I just come on for a quick chat,
can be cumbersome trying to find,
someone random to share these feelings I have inside.
I'm always a pleasant fellow,
just trying to find someone to be mellow.
But if your first question is asl,
I know you'll dc so I might as well,
keep looking until I find the right one.
I'll show them how to have real fun,
of expression and emotion,
and a moment both can cherish among all this commotion.
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This is called, "I hope"
I'm hoping my future involves less mistakes,
repeating them is an option my heart can't take,
I don't want to bring others pain,
but if they get in the way,
of what I need for my better,
I'll just have to leave them behind to make my life richer.
I hope I can find something new,
because life deserves more colors than red and blue,
but I'm sure it all gets better as time flows,
you just have to get past a few scars that can impede growth.
I hope I can finish something that I start,
to have the motivation to finish before I depart,
and I know it may happen now and again,
but to have it happen less is where I want to begin,
and eventually there won't be anything I won't follow through,
before I move on to something new.
I hope I won't be a disappointment,
come up short as I'm trying to find my enjoyment,
but I'm just going to keep doing my best,
and in the end hope I'm someone worth being missed.
Repeating the same mistakes
I get ready to go out and drink,
putting on that outfit that will shine when I meet,
new and interesting individuals,
for my habit that is habitual,
forgetting about what happened to me during the week,
using the weekend to end the streak,
of the punishing work that leaves me meek,
drinking and dancing back up to my peak,
so when I get back I can repeat,
the process where I sink,
because I think I'm addicted to the punishment,
and I need it to be frequent,
even though none of my actions will ever prevent,
me from making the same mistakes,
staying up way too late,
feeling like life has no breaks,
so I'm going to stay intoxicated,
in this life that I've created,
treating every weekend like it's a celebration,
when I'm really using it as an escapism,
so the next time you see me while I'm enjoying the evening,
behind that smile in the deep recesses of my being,
my subconscious will be busy thinking,
maybe I should be giving my life a new meaning,
but that day isn't tonight,
so will you raise a glass with me until the return of the sunlight?
You are my muse
You are the one to give me insight,
the one who keeps me up all night,
because you are the best companion,
that I can always depend on,
and always give me what I need,
so I must succeed,
to these feelings that you bring,
as you're the one who makes me feel complete.
I know I'll never be able to beat,
the emotions and jubilation,
of how you consume my concentration,
while diminishing my agitation,
that you deserve a bouquet of carnations.
Our time is worth mentioning,
as to me it's always an inspiration,
which makes you my all-time favorite fixation,
deserving whatever free time that I am able,
making me feel a little bit more stable,
in the chaos created by life’s permit,
but the smiles you leave upon my face make it all so worth it.
I wish I could write down every moment,
meeting you when I was broken,
you helped me and now I'm growing,
so I'll stick to these specific instances,
that can be intense,
but now that I know of your existence,
without you I'll always have a piece of me that I miss,
because you are my muse,
and I mainly want to use,
you to be my friend,
but by the end,
of our conversation,
I'm writing down more than before between the flirtation,
and I hope you get out of life what you've been after,
because I've found what I want and it's just more of your chatter,
helping each other be better,
and more discussions with you as they're always full of laughter.
I know this girl
I know this girl,
who gets stuck in her own world,
lost in her thoughts,
worrying about life a lot,
not sure what'll happen tomorrow,
and at times her heart is full of sorrow,
who finds life can leave her unsatisfied,
but that's because she listens to lies,
that come from inside,
not knowing what's bringing her down,
not knowing why she wears a frown,
listening to those thoughts that say life isn't worth it at times,
thinking that there are things leaving her unfulfilled and full of grime.
When I see her though I think she's just blind,
to all of the wonderful things she can't find,
in herself that I hope I can help her see,
because she means so much to me.
Whenever I see her she's always so kind,
and our interests align,
she's always on my mind,
and she's so compassionate,
always making sure that I get,
help when I need it,
or support when I'm ready to quit.
With her it's always a blast,
knowing exactly how to make me laugh,
and sharing moments I hope will forever last,
who gets my humor and just gets me,
I can open up to her about anything,
and a smile that can light up the room,
who's beautiful enough to make anyone's heart zoom.
I know a girl who lies to herself,
but I want to tell her the truth for her own health.
The waiting game
The waiting game is hard,
as every moment without you is eternal.
The long pause in between is a challenge,
as I don't have you to lean on.
The anticipation feels as though it's going to kill me,
because you're not there to save me.
I expect you to show back up at any moment,
but it's never soon enough.
The longer you're gone,
the more I yearn for your presence.
The delay is something I hate,
but your return is something I crave.
In the end it's worth it,
because I always have one thing to look forward to,
and it's just to see you.