I had no dreams and opened my eyes rested. As I gazed out the window – there was so beautiful sunrise! Pink and violet colors in a such contrast. I watched the clouds for several minutes, as they changed in sunshine and I felt so happy and light. The morning was calling me to take a breath of fresh air. I had no classes in the university, because of summer vacation now. So I had a lot of free time every day and I made myself busy with helping my mom, studying Portuguese by myself, making photographs and dancing. I woke up at 6 am and went to run as I did every morning. The air was fresh, reminding yesterday’s storm, when I leaved home and the sun was already up. I started running down my street towards the main road and the river, I turned on y MP3 player and listened to my favorite playlist. But after a few tracks, I decided to turn on the radio. As I did, I heard the song, I was listening to in Paul’s car. It was romantic and a bit sad, but very beautiful. It was played on a piano, and I promised myself, that I’ll learn to play it on my piano. The song brought the memories about that cute guy back. And mostly about his sweet smile. The memories made me smile too. I had already reached the side of river, where my track was ending. I slowed down and turned full volume, listening to the song. After a moment I started singing. My body felt so well and energized, my mind was full of happiness and I thought that I didn’t feel so great for a long time. Since maybe last May, when the tests in the university started. They were all behind now, but till tomorrow morning I haven’t really realized that. I’m free! I’m free for at least 2 month more and that feels so great! Like a kid that doesn’t have any responsibilities. I started walking towards home, listening to the morning program on the radio. When I was almost home, my cell phone ringed in a pocket. It was Natali of course. My best friend. She was having a running trip later than me and she always called me before it. I picked up.
“Good morning, dear” Her voice was a little sleepy.
“Hey! How did you sleep?”
“Not very long” She murmured “I was late home yesterday. I went to the disco with Nick.” It was kinda weird, cos her boyfriend went to the discos very rarely. He preferred soccer. But I didn’t ask about it. Natali is my classmate in the university and she lives just 20 minutes on foot from me.
“So, did the storm caught you, when you went to the dancing class? I was really worried about you.”
“Oh, dear, have to tell you about one gentleman, that saved me” I said mysterious.
“Whoa…? I’m all in attention” and I told her about meeting Paul. She was so excited till the end of the story. I even could imagine a grin on her face, as she asked me:
“So, when are you going to see him again?”
“ I wish, I could, but as I can say, he’s not local and I had no time to give him a number, so…”
“You have to find him somehow!”
“No, Natali, no way! I won’t do that!...How really can I find him?” It was odd – searching for some nice stranger that probably doesn’t live here. By the way, I believed in attraction – if I meant to meet him – I will somehow.
“Well, you’re right I guess. But you can’t tell me now, that you didn’t like Paul.” She was right. I liked him. But the first fact was that he didn’t have my number to call and neither did I, the second fact was that he wasn’t apparently local, and the third fact was that I had to be crazy if I wanted to find him somehow – I didn’t even know what kind of car did he drive – I wasn’t paying attention on that, while I was standing under the tree yesterday, when the storm was going to blew me away.
“Ok, Lily, I’ll run now. I’ll come to see you in the evening, ok?”
“Ok, dear, see you soon” I hung up and entered my house.
“Good morning, dear” Her voice was a little sleepy.
“Hey! How did you sleep?”
“Not very long” She murmured “I was late home yesterday. I went to the disco with Nick.” It was kinda weird, cos her boyfriend went to the discos very rarely. He preferred soccer. But I didn’t ask about it. Natali is my classmate in the university and she lives just 20 minutes on foot from me.
“So, did the storm caught you, when you went to the dancing class? I was really worried about you.”
“Oh, dear, have to tell you about one gentleman, that saved me” I said mysterious.
“Whoa…? I’m all in attention” and I told her about meeting Paul. She was so excited till the end of the story. I even could imagine a grin on her face, as she asked me:
“So, when are you going to see him again?”
“ I wish, I could, but as I can say, he’s not local and I had no time to give him a number, so…”
“You have to find him somehow!”
“No, Natali, no way! I won’t do that!...How really can I find him?” It was odd – searching for some nice stranger that probably doesn’t live here. By the way, I believed in attraction – if I meant to meet him – I will somehow.
“Well, you’re right I guess. But you can’t tell me now, that you didn’t like Paul.” She was right. I liked him. But the first fact was that he didn’t have my number to call and neither did I, the second fact was that he wasn’t apparently local, and the third fact was that I had to be crazy if I wanted to find him somehow – I didn’t even know what kind of car did he drive – I wasn’t paying attention on that, while I was standing under the tree yesterday, when the storm was going to blew me away.
“Ok, Lily, I’ll run now. I’ll come to see you in the evening, ok?”
“Ok, dear, see you soon” I hung up and entered my house.
all the lies which
every guy gave to her
like the crown of
stupidity.
She's calm and all of
empty hopes
hides behind the veil
so nobody could see the
true her.
All of disappointments
she has been through.
She's cold but alive,
she has no faith,
it betrayed her a long
time ago.
Back there,
she turns into the past,
where she finds him,
the guy who gave his heart
only by words,
not with soul,
not with love.
Oh she has been fooled
again.
She still cherish
the heart he gave to her
like it's still hers,
oh but she never belonged
to him.
He never wanted her
love like she wanted
his,
and now all dreams
got smashed with that
cruel truth.
She will cry for him
every day and night,
and he won't even
remember how sweet
she was,
how pure her love
was.
No,he won't remember,
he will look for another
soft heart,
because he's safe,
he's safe where true love is,
and he will do it again,
he will be gone again.
he allows me to fly.
I’m flying like a bird,
free and placid.
He gives me a strength,
i give him my mind.
My heart is full of his thoughts,
full of his brightness,
full of his silence.
But still,he’s like the ocean,
so deep and mysterious,
you can not find his soul
unless it finds you.
And i’m so brave and such a coward
the same time,
i need him more and more,
and i’m scared for he found my soul.
I wish to touch his hair,
to calm in his arms.
I want him to feel it in my eyes that my love
will never betray him,
and i want him to be what he is already,
himself.
I love you. Those are the words you say to someone that you truly care for. To have someone who cares for you as well. To be with someone that loves you as much as you love her or him. The most difficult part of caring for someone is telling them how you feel. Sometimes we wish that it would be easy. But we shouln't be afraid to say it. You should speak up now because later it could be to late. I know, easier said than done. I've never had a girlfreind. I would like to though. Nobody wants to be lonley. we can't let fear of rejection stop us. If you truly care for somebody, it means you stand by them no matter what. Through sickness, health, and even death. That is true love.
Ok, guys! This is my long forgotten hobby: writing poems, it has been a while since I've wrote one, and just minutes ago Leuron kinda "bugged me" into doing one. So I did and, for it not to be useless (like they all are), I'm posting it here. Enjoy (or not)! :)
My Love!
My Love comes from a fantasy.
From a very distant land,
A land of peace and harmony,
Where everyone joins hands.
My love is awfully beautiful,
Green eyes, blonde hair,
I’ll never let go of her,
That, I honestly swear.
My love is the most beautiful,
The fairest her land has ever seen,
For there shall be no equal beauty,
Where she is or she has been.
Maybe my love doesn’t truly exist,
It’s just my imagination,
Doesn’t exist in real life,
But someday I’ll find her,
And take her as my wife.
Vitor Martins AKA Sephisis17
My Love!
My Love comes from a fantasy.
From a very distant land,
A land of peace and harmony,
Where everyone joins hands.
My love is awfully beautiful,
Green eyes, blonde hair,
I’ll never let go of her,
That, I honestly swear.
My love is the most beautiful,
The fairest her land has ever seen,
For there shall be no equal beauty,
Where she is or she has been.
Maybe my love doesn’t truly exist,
It’s just my imagination,
Doesn’t exist in real life,
But someday I’ll find her,
And take her as my wife.
Vitor Martins AKA Sephisis17
However, I like the cute ones. The ones with a great personality whom other girls don't find sexy, (according to my consensus of school friends.) They find them cute but not sexy. I do find them sexy. I don't necessarily find rippling muscles sexy however if they have a cheeky grin and that naughty look in their eyes, you bet, I fancy them. At the moment, these are the guys that sort of, to some extent fit that description:
1. Ray Quinn - OH MY GOD! Got it all!
2. Sebastian Vettel - cute, funny
3. Jean-Baptiste Maunier - Great actor, cute
4. Samuel Barnett - see above
5. Ben Ellis - Great Singer / actor, cute