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Second warning: This is just a rant and its just to steam out feelings. *As always* It was written by just writing down what I thought when I thought it, so its not organized at all. Enjoy!!!

I want to tell you so much
But I could never muster up the courage
So it must stay in my heart
At least I can write it out
Hoping that someday you will read it
And maybe even understand it
But until then
It will remain hidden from the world
Well,
Anyone not in the writing community
So this is it.
I love you
And I miss you
You are so close to being the perfect guy
*No one’s perfect
But you are pretty darn close. Lol *
Don’t get me wrong,
But perfect can’t be too incredibly real
Well
Maybe it can
I mean
A sunset is perfect
Isn’t it?
Sunsets remind me of your eyes
Its not the color though
I’m not sure why…
Its almost like you are a sunset...
well
a sunset with an alien abducting someone
but thats not the point...
Oh gosh…

Your love is warm
But you act so cool
You’re sometimes a jester
But never a fool

Your hugs are so tight
And your words so sweet
You’re incredibly handsom
From your head to your feet

Your eyes are so bright
And so is your smile
You have an amazing personality
And an impeccable style

You are just so fun to be with
Oh I love you so
But to be truthful
You sound like a geek
When you say “Dude! Yo!!!”

Things just happen between people
That push them apart
From the beginning
I talked to you almost everyday
You were always there for me
You complemented me
And gave me confidence
At the start
You were a friend
And even for a short time
I had a crush on you
But you started saying things
that pushed me away
I thought we were just friends
Until one night
We were talking online
About past loves
And how I haven’t had
My first kiss
You asked me out
But I didn’t feel the same way
I had to say no
For a while after
You wouldn’t talk to me
Then the only things you could say
Were insults
“You should give up
He’d never like you.”
“You don’t have a chance.”
“Your singing is so bad
It makes me want to kill myself
By running into oncoming traffic.”
That last one hurt the most
But I couldn’t let it show
“Good”
I replied
Trying to let the hurt show in my voice
“Then I’ll make sure to keep singing”

This is just an idea for a song, but I just cant think of what I should do for the rest of it, but at least I have a reframe. ^_^

I love the way you make me feel
Its anything you do
Call my name
Hold my hand
Just being in the same room
I love the way you make me feel

When I hear your voice,
I start to smile
It’s the accent I think
When I see your eyes
I fill with wonder
But you free me with a wink

When I smell your cologne
I close my eyes
But you are still there in my mind
And when I feel your touch
Your gentile curls
All of my troubles are left behind

A note from the Author
You all knew it would be here. This is a twist off from The Boy Who Never Truly Lived. This is following the narrator’s life after the other story. It tells of love, dreams, friends, and whatever else happens to the narrator in her life. Enjoy!

Almost everyday the musician comes over
Sometimes we go for walks
Sometimes picnics
Sometimes we just goof around
Its wondrous being with the musician
He’s quite the gentleman
He’s tall and pale and skinny as a bored
But he is also very muscular
He came from the country and isn’t afraid of hard work
He has shoulder length curly hair
Its such a deep dark shade of brown
He likes vintage tees and isn’t afraid to wear pink
He actually looks really good in pink
He believes in sharing an umbrella
Holding doors open for people
And tightly hugging me for long periods of time
He is really quite something
And on top of all that
He has an amazing sense of humor

I now see that
The Boy doesn’t need or want any help
Learning to live
He doesn’t deserve the title
“The Boy who never truly lived”
Anymore
He’s outgrown it
He has learned to live alone
He does enjoy the company of his friends
But he enjoys his solitude more
Someday I realize that we will have to part ways
Our paths have crossed for a while
But they will someday go different ways
That’s fine
We will always be friends
And if we ever want to talk or see each other again
We can stray from our paths for a while
And enjoy the fields or forests in between.
The End

Shadow Girl has left a few days ago
She’s going on an adventure in the woods
She’ll be gone for a long time
And I am going to miss her
I went over to the boy’s cave after I heard that
To see what his views on the subject were
He’s leaving too
But for a different place
He’s going with another guy
An actor
They are going on an adventure to the mountains
They are going to climb to the top
And stay there
Almost as long as Shadow Girl will be gone
That’s annoying
Two of my good friends will be going
At least my poet friend will be around
And so will the musician
He’s asked me to go out into the sun with him
And I said yes
Oh how I love the musician so
He’s about my age
Well
A little bit older
But only two weeks older
He comes over so much and we go out
Sometimes we just sit and talk
Other times we watch birds
Other times we walk and
Sometimes we even do stupid things
Stupid things are fun to do
They make me laugh
They make him laugh

I go to his cave more
Once every couple of days
I try to forget about him other times
And I also try to bring up Shadow Girl
She truly loves him
I used to
Being in my tree for so long has gotten to me
I can’t think of him the same way I used to
I don’t think I can love him as much
But
Then I see his face in the cave
Smiling bright and beaming
I did make a promise to myself though
We will only be friends
I can’t betray Shadow Girl
On top of that
I’ve met an Englishman
He’s a musician
His instrument is a cello
And he plays it so gracefully
He’s always in the field
Skipping and jumping and as happy as can be
His smile is infectious
His hair as wavy as the sea
I’ve met him once
But we’ve started talking and he seems amazing
Like the perfect guy
I think I love him
And if he asks me to go out in the sun with him
I will

“Well, hello all of you landlubbers. Did you come here to listen to ol’ Captain Babbit tell you a good old fish story? Well,” she says as she dips her plastic pipe into bubble solution and sits in an old, over stuffed chair, “You’ve come to the right place.” Bubbles pour out of her pipe as she thinks. “How about a new story, one I’ve never told before, just because it happened just a couple of days ago. Yeppers. Ol’ Captain Babbit went fishing on the sea from a port just off of Boston. Sit down and listen. Believe what you wish but this is a mostly true fish tale.”
“It was about seven in the morning when we boarded the craft. It was a long boat made just for fishing. In the harbor, the water was calm. It was low-tide and the ducks were swimming around. There was one named Drew. I broke off a piece of my peanut butter sandwich for him. That made him happy….

I love my guy so much
Because he is amazingly sweet
He loves me for me
From the top of my head down to my feet

He lets me know he loves me
In fun and inventive ways
And my love for him grows
More and more throughout the days

I love every part of him
His eyes his accent his hair
And the thing that makes me the happiest
Is that we are the perfect pair

Science and imagination
Neither can flourish
And neither can grow
At least without the other
But if one gets too much of one
Does the other go away?
If one loves science too much
Will they lose their imagination
And never be able to be an artist
Or if someone’s head is always in the clouds
Would it be impossible for them to be a scientist?
Can one grow with the other?
Like if you see a butterfly
A Lepidoptera
Can’t one write a poem about it
Floating and gliding
With the aerodynamics of the delicate wings
also in mind?
In a way
To me at least
Science spurs imagination
And imagination fuels discoveries
They go hand in hand
And without one being at least equal of the other
Life wouldn’t be possible.

I stood in his cave for a while
To scared to say something
Like why I had left and hadn’t been back in so long
He just watched me
No smile
Just stared at me
I couldn’t take it
The silence was far too much
But only a whisper of a greeting came out
He returned my greeting with one almost as quiet
“Do you want to sit down?”
He motioned me to my old spot
The place where I would sit and think
Right next to his spot
Where he would sit and watch
I sat silently in my old spot
Not sure about what to say
And he sat in his
Looking at me
And then out into the sun
I looked down
Tears rolling down my face
He handed me a towel to dry my thanks
He told me about everything I missed
The most I had heard him say since I had left
And all I could do was sit and listen
No comments
And nothing to ask about the shadow girl
She was the last thing on my mind
And I felt bad for that
But all of my old feelings for the boy had come back

I was on my way to the boys cave.
I was so nervous
I haven’t seen him in months
I wondered if he still remembered me
I had to go to the cave to talk to him about shadow girl
I got to a point where I could see the cave
Surprisingly
No other girls were there
I tried to get closer
But I was so scared I couldn’t move
I closed my eyes and breathed deeply
Then I took a step
Then another
And then another until I finally got there
He wasn’t sitting in his normal place near the mouth of the cave
I looked around
And then I went in
He wasn’t there
He wasn’t anywhere to be seen
Had he gone out into the sun with someone,
Or had he gone by himself?
Did something happen to him?
I sat for a while and cried
The one time I go to see him
He was gone
The only time he was ever gone from his cave
But then I hear a noise
Coming from behind a large bolder
“Is someone there?” a voice asked
It was his voice
It was him
I froze
My mouth couldn’t utter a word