When our eyes are open,
we see light,
but we are also able to see the darkness,
the negative things that can happen.
When our eyes are closed,
we see darkness,
But, maybe if you dig a bit deeper,
you will see a bit of a light,
You’re in my head
I can't stop
Thinking of you, when I'm awake.
I can't stop
Dreaming of us, when I'm asleep.
Know It All
I say I know it all, that I can do all by myself,
But truth be,
Please stand near me;
Just so that I can turn to you
To before I did something foolish and rash,
To a happier day,
Before I decided,
You, me, in the rain
I was on my way home from school when it started to rain. Everyone in the streets ran for shelter, some covering their heads with newspapers or their jackets. But I didn't. I enjoyed it, I welcomed the rain. I stood in the rain, under a lamp-post and let my mind wonder, wonder back to him, to our moments together.
We would always walk together, run together. We were close, very close in fact. I remember the best moment I have of us: the time when he told me that he liked me. That he deeply cared about me.
We stopped our walk, as it started to rain. I would have normally tried finding a place to hide from it; but when he just abruptly stopped and stood there, I did too. My feet were glued into place, as if they were told to just stay. I stood in front of him, holding his steady gaze as he locked eyes with me.
I was tempted to break the silence that floated between us then, but I didn't. I couldn't.
He did, instead.
''Eliza,'' He started, I remember his voice was quiet.
I softened my gaze in reply.
''I've been needing to tell you something for a while.'' He gave me an embarassed smile.
I remember that at this point, my hands became clammy, heart racing.
''I really, really, like you. You are such an ama-'' I interrupted him by diving into him and hugging him. It felt right. I've loved him for so long, I just needed him to say the words. And he did.
As I hugged him I became all flushed, since I then felt silly for diving in on him like that, but he welcomed the hug with his arms wrapped around my back.
When I pulled away, he was smiling and I was, too; we were all wet and shining.
''I really, really, like you, too.'' I responded.
He then kissed me on the cheek. I felt breathless, I felt as if I were floating.
And although it was a quick, peck on the cheek, it was warm and loving and said it all.
I owe it to the rain...
Sometimes, I wonder.
Do I know you well enough? Do I know you so well that if it came to it, would I be able to draw you as you?
You looking like you?
Smiling like you?
You, being you, except on a page?
Her face went red,
instead of it's normal paleness like bread,
as she stood inbetween a group,
who stole her pride; she was petrified.
Instead of support, jibes came out from those who watched.
Fingers were pointing like the arms of a clock.
Tears were forming,
as well as her fears.
She ran away, past others, past the crowds of people as they chatted.
Past a concerned boy and girl,
Why the others ignored her like a shadow,
but praised her flaws and differences...