Book of Feelings by Imagine It (best non fiction books to read .txt) 📕

Hey! I guess this is where I begin? Well, let me tell you alittle about myself and this book.

You see, I have always enjoyed reading and writing. I love the way the words flow together to create a story that you can read, over and over again. The more you read the more you understand or the more confused you get. It all depends on the book and the author. Everyone can write. There are no "good" or "bad" writers. It just depends on  their subject and the audience. Well, I guess you would like to know alittle about me. I am a dedicated writer. My friends say I can just write without thinking. But, you see, when I write I'm ALWAYS thinking. Non-stop. Not until I'm done. I like poetry. Poetry is awesome. Sometimes when I'm sitting there *BOOM* I have a bunch of verses in my head. I think music and poetry go together pretty well.

Okay, now about the book. This book is about my feelings. My thoughts. My regrets. EVERYTHING. Writing keeps me alive. This book will be filled with alot of different poems. I hope you enjoy my awkward thoughts and get something out of it.

I guess that's all you need to know. See you!

You say it's not my fault. But turn back the hands of time. Without me you would be happy. Always having fun. Following your dreams. Until I came along. Crashing down from reality. Trying to find a safe haven. It was not love at first sight. For my heart was telling a lie. My soul needing comforting. For it never could find one. My head forgetting reality. For a fictional way of life. For I have found a safe haven. Although it was not right. My heart told me a lie. I believed it for I was blind. Using you for comfort. But you cannot stay. I'm moving towards the future. Where I may finally be happy. But I will never forget you for you have given me strength. You say it's not my fault. I say it's not yours. But now I know it was neither of our faults for if I have never found you, I may never have blossomed.

Guess what? Yeah that's right. I miss you. I wish there was an us. I know it's not possible now. You've moved on. You have no idea how long I have been waiting for you. I wonder what you're doing right now. Do you miss me as much as I miss you? Do you even care? I cry every night. Hoping. Wishing. Dreaming. That's all I have left. Hoping,wishing,dreaming for the day you realize you need me. And turn around to come back for me. I won't ever leave you. Because I can't. I love you to much to do so. Even if our love will crash and burn. I'll be the fireman and rescue it. So we can have another chance. Because I miss you. Because I need you. Because I love you. Because we should give "Us" a chance.

I wonder how stupid I look to you. With my teenage hair. And my baggy, tight clothes. The way I walk the way I talk. But if you think. Are we really all that different? We all want to be accepted. No matter what age we are.

They say you mature with age. They say that we're to young to understand. But, are we that different? Isn't it what's inside that counts? Look pass all my make-up. All my clothes. All that .________________________. Are we really all that different?

I dream for a future. A future in which I am happy, a future in which we are together. United. Over thousands of kingdoms. I dream of a future, in which the Earth is whole and happy. With the laughter of children echoing across a million hearts. I dream for a future where everything is right. Where happiness and light will guide me to my home.

I have waited a long time to hear those words. Those three beautiful words, to escape your lips. Your ruby red lips. So plump and full. Oh, you don't know how long I have waited. To feel your lips against mine. I have been yearning for your body. Your slim beautiful body, pressed up against my own. So, I can feel the thumping of your heart against my chest.

But I can't.

I cannot have you today, or tomorrow, or the next, for it is because I have waited so long that I have given up. I have given up on loving you.

But those three words.

Those three beautiful words.

I will hold those three precious words close because I know that deep down, inside, I have a longing for you. A desire I cannot deny but I must not.

I cannot say "I love you." for it is to late, and I have moved on.

Is it really my fault that I turned out this way? Is it really my fault that I'm "special"? No, not special as in different and beautiful. Special as in ugly and retarded. Maybe that's why I'm always crying. Letting my tears flow free from this prison. This place called my eyes. My eyes have seen so much. I've seen pain, tears, and lies. My eyes have seen so many lies and they have shed so many tears. This is stupid. Why am I here? What is my purpose? So many questions. So little time. What am I doing to myself? What's wrong with me? When can I leave this place? I can't remember the last time I was truly happy. I'm wearing a mask. I'm alwaqys wearing a mask. Goodbye my friends. I love you my family. You'll see me again one day. Someday. Maybe. I'm not really sure anyways.

I'll just sit here and wait for my prince charming to come. I'll let the days fly by. One by one. Floating away. Under this oak tree I shall lay. Countind clouds as they pass me by. Sleeping as the sun tans my skin. Sipping lemonade as my mind drifts lazily away. Watching butterflies as they search for flowers, drinking the sticky syrup and fly through the hours. I'll wait as the day slowly passes by, my prince charming still has yet to arrive. I'll stay here sitting, still awake still alive.