To me, Will is more than a name. This is what it means to me:
W is for the softest whisper in the sweetest breeze of spring.
I is for the icy chill that goes down my spine when you spare me a small glance my way.
L is for the look my penetrating eyes give you when you turn away from me; when I want most for you to stay close to me.
And L is for the unconditional and irrevocable and irrational love I feel for your soul.
Without you, my heart is silent. You arethe only one who has touched my heart and it will always be yours. You are my only love. I've left my heart with you; look over it closely. It's your only responsibilty. Protect it from all harm. You are the only one who who ever has and ever will touch my soul. And it too is yours.
Your curly brown hair is the image that haunts by dreams. The fluff is softer than the petals of a rose.
Each little freckle on your face is like a word left unsaid to me. Oh, how I wish I could read each message to decode each of your thoughts.
You blue eyes. What could I say? At times they are hard. As solid as ice; which only adds to the chills you send. And at times they are warm. As deep and bright blue as the Mediteranian Sea.
You're unbelievebly smart but yet so very clueless every time I sit next to you. You can solve any equation and yet you cannot seem to see what is write in front of you. Some thing as true as the day as long. Something as beautiful as heaven. Something as secret as a diary.
My love.
W is for the softest whisper in the sweetest breeze of spring.
I is for the icy chill that goes down my spine when you spare me a small glance my way.
L is for the look my penetrating eyes give you when you turn away from me; when I want most for you to stay close to me.
And L is for the unconditional and irrevocable and irrational love I feel for your soul.
Without you, my heart is silent. You arethe only one who has touched my heart and it will always be yours. You are my only love. I've left my heart with you; look over it closely. It's your only responsibilty. Protect it from all harm. You are the only one who who ever has and ever will touch my soul. And it too is yours.
Your curly brown hair is the image that haunts by dreams. The fluff is softer than the petals of a rose.
Each little freckle on your face is like a word left unsaid to me. Oh, how I wish I could read each message to decode each of your thoughts.
You blue eyes. What could I say? At times they are hard. As solid as ice; which only adds to the chills you send. And at times they are warm. As deep and bright blue as the Mediteranian Sea.
You're unbelievebly smart but yet so very clueless every time I sit next to you. You can solve any equation and yet you cannot seem to see what is write in front of you. Some thing as true as the day as long. Something as beautiful as heaven. Something as secret as a diary.
My love.
She crawls into a memory.
She sits, she cries, knees folded up to her chest.
Life is not like it used to be.
Why can't she enjoy life like she did before?
Because she had no life then, no identity.
She was what others told her to be.
She has learned.
She is gaining an identity.
She doesn't know who she is.
She only recently discovered that she didn't know,
That she had no life, no identity.
It's looking for her,
Coming slowly, across the sea.
She fears it will not find her.
It will wander in the darkness,
Searching, but never finding,
Never knowing how close it has come.
And she will never know it, even though she sees it, touches it, tastes it,
She will never be able to embrace it.
She keeps searching for she,
For her place to be,
To belong in this world, and to stand out.
I keep searching for me,
For my destiny,
For my identity.
She sits, she cries, knees folded up to her chest.
Life is not like it used to be.
Why can't she enjoy life like she did before?
Because she had no life then, no identity.
She was what others told her to be.
She has learned.
She is gaining an identity.
She doesn't know who she is.
She only recently discovered that she didn't know,
That she had no life, no identity.
It's looking for her,
Coming slowly, across the sea.
She fears it will not find her.
It will wander in the darkness,
Searching, but never finding,
Never knowing how close it has come.
And she will never know it, even though she sees it, touches it, tastes it,
She will never be able to embrace it.
She keeps searching for she,
For her place to be,
To belong in this world, and to stand out.
I keep searching for me,
For my destiny,
For my identity.
I love writing.
Not because of Fanpop
Not because I am bored
But because of a different reason.
A reason you might think is strange.
Writing
Is my own personal universe
Where I can be creative
Where I can forget all my troubles
And leave Earth behind.
Usually
I use writing to express my emotions
To share what I feel
And why I feel that way.
I can fly away from my friends
On Earth
And explore new universes
Meet new friends
Discover new things
That is why I love writing.
Not because of Fanpop
Not because I am bored
But because of a different reason.
A reason you might think is strange.
Writing
Is my own personal universe
Where I can be creative
Where I can forget all my troubles
And leave Earth behind.
Usually
I use writing to express my emotions
To share what I feel
And why I feel that way.
I can fly away from my friends
On Earth
And explore new universes
Meet new friends
Discover new things
That is why I love writing.