... Though it would be even better if I could talk to my soulmate, Gehze... heart v_v;
*Sighs deeply, clutching the arm of his chair tightly as he resists the urge to break something* Personally, I don't think many couples realize how lucky they are, able to see each other as often as they desire... We aren't as lucky. I-it.. truly, t-truly makes me angry whenever I can't talk to my girlfriend, simply because I am afraid of what my family will think when they hear that I am in a cyber-relationship.. i-it makes me angry that Gehze's parents already know about me, and lie right to my face when they said that I can date her when I am eighteen while whispering to their daughter to date some other guy they consider to be "cute..." I feel a world's worth of anger inside of me, but I cannot express my feelings... the only person who I can share my emotions with is Gehze, and whenever I do, I always feel a billion times better afterward... but we are kept apart by our own families, during the time of year when we should be talking more, not less. When Gehze and I are finally together when I become eighteen, I will not be afraid to confront her parents about what they have done to us... I am furious, and I will either recieve an apology, or never speak to them again... heart
This poem is for you, Gehze. I will never leave your side, no matter how much your parents push me away. So long as you love me, I will never go away... a fact that your parents should probably get used to, or else the remainder of their life is going to be pretty irritating. heart heart heart heart heart
heart heart heart Something Missing heart heart heart
The fire is crackling,
While the tree's lights glow.
It doesn't feel right.
Is it the lack of snow?
Nay, that happens every year,
I should be used to it by now.
Is it the lack of milk and cookies?
No, I cringe at the thought of cows.
So what could it be?
What is out of place?
Ah, I know it now.
I miss the sight of a certain face.
Her eyes glisten like gems,
Brighter than any light.
She must be an angel,
My sore eyes love the sight.
Her smile, warm as the fire,
Able to keep the cold away.
It makes my empty heart
Feel stronger each day.
Her hair is a lovely yellow.
It truly catches the eye
Like the finest gold and silver.
I smile, I begin to cry.
I wipe away my tears
While thinking of my love.
How I wish I could be there,
My angel, my turtle dove.
This just isn't Christmas
Without at least one kiss.
I wish we had a mistletoe,
So we could succumb to sweet bliss.
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays,
heart heart heart To my lovely, beautiful Gehze... heart heart heart
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