TO ALL Of THE BEAUTIFUL DREAMS

So, I have this book called 642 things to write about, and one of the things was ‘what a character holding a blue object is thinking right now’ so..

Blue. The colour or the feeling. It could associate with both. There he stood, holding a blue flower, his mums favourite. It made him think of her - even though she was gone - the simplicity of the petals, the complexity of the structure which always got to him. His mum, on the outside - beautiful - holding onto the simplicities in life. On the inside, a complex structure of memories, emotion and love. Makes sense that this blue flower grows where she rests - it symbolises the beauty of things, desire and love. That kind hearted soul has returned to the angels once more, leaving the memories and a reminder, that she is always watching over him. That blue flower.

When you’re young, tossed into this world,
Everything will seem like its the end,
The emotional rides we embrace,
Whether it be friends, family, a boy,
Many people can relate to you, to me,
The upset, the heartache, the stress,
Social media giving girls the wrong impression,
The fights, the long meaningful conversations,
Everything adds up, adds up to your life,
But remember that there are good moments,
Moments you’ll never want to forget,
Will store in your memory for years to come,
Remember that life is about how many moments took your breath away,
The little things that count.

You breathe softly against the window,
Leaving trails of condensation,
Tracing love hearts with your fingers,
Searching the pane for exploration.

You have warmth in your heart,
A rested mind and soul,
Think positively now,
For you to reach your goal.

There are times you feel like screaming,
There are times you may want to cry,
But look at the world around you,
Look up to the beautiful sky.

Tracing love hearts with your fingers,
Searching the pane for exploration,
You are proud to be a dreamer,
Imagination just gets keener.

Dress twirling, dancing upon the floor,
The smiles, the charm, leave everyone wanting more,
High heels click against the marble surface,
Dazzling them with your newly bought purchase.

Brunette hair, tied tightly in a bun,
Nails, manicured, quickly redone,
Ruby red colour, neatly drawn on the lips,
A bow fastened securely, placed upon the hips.

The diamond ring that shimmers on her finger,
Leaving it difficult for eyes not to linger,
A handsome man upon her arm,
It is difficult not to succumb to her beautiful charm.

Music blaring from the stereo, dj playing,
Let her be prom queen, she was praying,
The results, finally ready to be revealed,
Tension rising, it was her, she squealed.

Up on the stage, to take her reward,
A crown upon her head, ‘I love you’ she poured,
A real queen, even just for a night,
Feeling like she’s grown wings, ready for flight.

i hope when people say ‘i love you’ that they mean it.
i don’t like the fact that so many people get messed about thinking that this guy likes them and the outcome just leads to sex and nothing more. it’s not just guys that take advantage, but girls too.. i mean you can win over a girl with sweet words and heartwarming messages but don’t you feel guilty for leading them on?
in my English study I’m looking at posts from the 1860’s and in all of the questions asked involves if they should kiss the man goodbye? and the outcome of the answer is - wait until marriage and that way you know he loves you.
I’m fully aware that society has transformed since then.. big time. but looking at it, i hope girls or guys wouldn’t get fucked over so much back then. you had one girl/boy(usually) and stayed with them.
people have different meanings of love, and in love. it’s how you feel in your heart that will decide.
I’m just fed up of nice people getting fucked around, thinking that they actually liked them.
rant over.