As I walk down the समुद्र तट with Seth, I keep looking at the ocean... every time I look at it, It just gets bigger and और beautiful.
When Seth talks I look deep into his चॉकलेट brown eyes, like I'm searching for something.
When we reach my house, the 3 miles that we walked and talked seemed like one minute.
Seth smiles and runs his fingers threw his dark brown hair. "I'll see आप at.. school then?" He says.
I nod, "Yeah, Sure." I smile and walk in my house.
I close the door behind me and smile to myself.
When I walk in I first look around my big, open home.
I set my bag on the floor अगला to the कोट rack.
I take off my shoes and walk to my kitchen, I see my mom trying to bake cookies.
I sit down on a bar stool."Hi Mom." I sigh.
My mom looks up, "Hey Tara." She smiles.
"How was the game?" She asks while stirring some mix in a bowl. "
It was good. Seth's team won." I say.
My mom smiles then says, "You like that boy don't you?"
I try to hid my smile and say, "Possibly.."
My mom stares at me with her hazelnut eyes. I stare back.
My eyes start to water, "Okay I like him!" I yell.
My mom chuckles then goes back to mixing.
I exhale and walk upstairs to my bedroom.
I hear kids screaming outside. I sigh again.
Wanna know why?
No siblings.
Only child.
I have a mom and a dad, aunts and uncles, cousins and grandparents... But no siblings.
I sit at my डेस्क and look in the mirror.
Long Blond hair, bangs, with brown streaks, In a high pony-tail.
Dark चॉकलेट brown eyes.
Pretty features, mascara, eye shadow, lip gloss, eye liner... That's my look for the day.
I grab a pen and my journal then write. I write about my day, the good and bad.
Finally a dark shadow covers my room, telling me that I'm tired and I want to go to bed.
I slowly walk to my bathroom and wash my face.
I stare at myself for a long time in the mirror.
I finally decided I don't know what I'm doing and get my pajamas on.
I walk to my बिस्तर and put my feet under the covers. I slowly drift off to sleep.
When Seth talks I look deep into his चॉकलेट brown eyes, like I'm searching for something.
When we reach my house, the 3 miles that we walked and talked seemed like one minute.
Seth smiles and runs his fingers threw his dark brown hair. "I'll see आप at.. school then?" He says.
I nod, "Yeah, Sure." I smile and walk in my house.
I close the door behind me and smile to myself.
When I walk in I first look around my big, open home.
I set my bag on the floor अगला to the कोट rack.
I take off my shoes and walk to my kitchen, I see my mom trying to bake cookies.
I sit down on a bar stool."Hi Mom." I sigh.
My mom looks up, "Hey Tara." She smiles.
"How was the game?" She asks while stirring some mix in a bowl. "
It was good. Seth's team won." I say.
My mom smiles then says, "You like that boy don't you?"
I try to hid my smile and say, "Possibly.."
My mom stares at me with her hazelnut eyes. I stare back.
My eyes start to water, "Okay I like him!" I yell.
My mom chuckles then goes back to mixing.
I exhale and walk upstairs to my bedroom.
I hear kids screaming outside. I sigh again.
Wanna know why?
No siblings.
Only child.
I have a mom and a dad, aunts and uncles, cousins and grandparents... But no siblings.
I sit at my डेस्क and look in the mirror.
Long Blond hair, bangs, with brown streaks, In a high pony-tail.
Dark चॉकलेट brown eyes.
Pretty features, mascara, eye shadow, lip gloss, eye liner... That's my look for the day.
I grab a pen and my journal then write. I write about my day, the good and bad.
Finally a dark shadow covers my room, telling me that I'm tired and I want to go to bed.
I slowly walk to my bathroom and wash my face.
I stare at myself for a long time in the mirror.
I finally decided I don't know what I'm doing and get my pajamas on.
I walk to my बिस्तर and put my feet under the covers. I slowly drift off to sleep.
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 दिल is full of his thoughts,
full of his brightness,
full of his silence.
But still,he’s like the ocean,
so deep and mysterious,
आप can not find his soul
unless it finds you.
And i’m so ब्रेव and such a coward
the same time,
i need him और 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 प्यार
will never betray him,
and i want him to be what he is already,
himself.
I प्यार you. Those are the words आप say to someone that आप truly care for. To have someone who cares for आप as well. To be with someone that loves आप as much as आप प्यार her या him. The most difficult part of caring for someone is telling them how आप feel. Sometimes we wish that it would be easy. But we shouln't be afraid to say it. आप should speak up now because later it could be to late. I know, easier कहा 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 आप truly care for somebody, it means आप stand द्वारा them no matter what. Through sickness, health, and even death. That is true love.
Ok, guys! This is my long forgotten hobby: लेखन poems, it has been a while since I've wrote one, and just मिनटों पूर्व 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 प्यार comes from a fantasy.
From a very distant land,
A land of peace and harmony,
Where everyone joins hands.
My प्यार is awfully beautiful,
Green eyes, blonde hair,
I’ll never let go of her,
That, I honestly swear.
My प्यार is the most beautiful,
The fairest her land has ever seen,
For there shall be no equal beauty,
Where she is या she has been.
Maybe my प्यार 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 प्यार comes from a fantasy.
From a very distant land,
A land of peace and harmony,
Where everyone joins hands.
My प्यार is awfully beautiful,
Green eyes, blonde hair,
I’ll never let go of her,
That, I honestly swear.
My प्यार is the most beautiful,
The fairest her land has ever seen,
For there shall be no equal beauty,
Where she is या she has been.
Maybe my प्यार 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, आप bet, I fancy them. At the moment, these are the guys that sort of, to some extent fit that description:
1. रे 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