There was this little thoughts of you.
I didn't realize I was having it most of the time.
I hold into it like holding a pen whenever I write my favorite parts on essays.
It was obsessive as eating cakes and ice cream.
If anybody else would know it, they'd probably think I'm crazy.
but I am not.
I am only admiring a piece of my dream.
what they see is never a quarter of what I have.
what's stored in me.
what you are to me.
Things shift, and will never go as planned.
but what I wanted, will always be what I wanted.
not to be against all odds.
not to be what the society wants.
I am me, and I admire that too.
My feelings are deep.
I never waste time for something that don't mean to me.
I am young but reasonable.
I may hastily decide, illogically reside.
yet I value what I feel.
and if I value you, I give you time.
and time mean so much to me.
-Misssunny
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PoesiaOften we lose against the will of keeping it all secretly. heart cant just keep it all, if its too much. - - - can you keep a secret?