MauroMunir

my hands grew colder and colder, since the day you asked why we hadn't held hands yet, walking home together, side by side for so long, and yet nothing. if only the warmth in my heart could reach my hands, i thought. one day, i got the courage to ask you, if you wouldn't mind a little frostbite, you said no, but, i didn't believe you. your hands are a lot warmer than mine.

girl, do not call me honest, i just don't tell lies.

this is the story of a boy, who had no friends, and got bullied to no end. during his time at school, the kids would treat him like a mule, do things for them because he was new, the freshest ingredients make the best stew. when he came home he'd get beaten by his father, as his drinking grew worse, farther and farther. he would collapse on his bed, just to rest his wounded head, and awake the next morn, wishing he had never been born.

the girl i like doesn't even know i exist, and these skinny jeans feel pretty loose, i can feel myself slowly slipping away. the heat melts away at my body, and blows out all of my thoughts, i can feel myself slowly melting away. the water floods from underneath my eyes, running from my cheeks down to the ground, i can feel myself slowly dripping away. with all this happening it's a little unsettling to say, that i myself cannot feel myself anymore, anyway.

hello girl with the top braid bun,  hello girl with looks that can stun. your the girl with the thick square red glasses,  your skin the color of molasses. the jewels that hang from your ears,  are nothing compared to the gems in your eyes. with a soft-spoken heart,  and a voice only angels could part. your the girl with a knack for art,  expressing all that is in your heart. hello girl, who is much too far to see,  that you're the only one for me.