I am a prisoner of my own thoughts
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Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

I'll tell you the worst of me, but give you the best of me, because you don't deserve any less. Let me start off by first letting you know, I'm living my life for God. My name is Shannon, and i believe in long nights spent awake and late afternoons spent sleeping.i stay up late just to sleep in too long. I consist of glasses, bare feet, beanies, sarcasm, goofy personality, a jersey accent, chipped nail polish, unkempt hair and a loud mouth. I spend most of my time sitting on my porch waiting for something exciting to happen in the small town i live in. I live for long winter days cuddled up by the fire with hot chocolate and friends. I'm the girl you'll see at the gym in a Van Helan tshirt, with ear buds in singing my music outloud. I'll notice the smallest thing about you before i notice what color your shirt is or how you dont match. before i die id like to go to travel around europe. im different but i like to think im a pretty interesting person to get to know.

i may not be positive what my next move is going to be but i do know i love long road trips, with the windows down and the radio blasting, short stops to diners, there i enjoy a milkshake and cheese fries. Around the corner a Farmers Market. There I by things I don't need, but want something to remember that day by. I know i love baseball games, with hot-dogs and a soda and that I'd be completely set living in the back of my car with my dog along for the ride. id love to wake up in the morning and leave to go do something i love rather than something i have to do to make money. Its a dream i long for.

I sit up late at night watching adult swim, and reruns of i love lucy. thinking of the day and how it was full of good things and bad things how tomorrow will be better and full of new adventures. summer days spent at the beach with friends around a bonfire listening to them sing the latest song on the radio. waiting for the sun to set. walking along the boardwalk toward the ice cream shop maybe with someone I think is special. Vacations spent camping, sitting on the dock with a fishing pole. Making smores and roasting hot dogs talking about the latest crush and awaiting dawn to watch the sun rise. it may not be perfect, but its the closest to perfection ive ever been.

i want someone who can make me melt when he smiles, and dissolve when he laughs.I want someone to build furniture forts with. Someone who will go on a search for the best climbing trees with me just so we can see who get's to the top first. Someone who will have massive paper airplane wars with me and admit that he lost. Someone who will eat Spaghetti-O's in their pjs with me in bed, just because they taste sooo stinkin' good, and we don't feel like going out to dinner. Someone who will mess my hair up when it looks its best, and then tell me it looks better that way. Someone who wont mind being goofy, because quite frankly, I'm into goofy.

i may be confused about somethings but i do know what i want, i want a life that i can say I'm proud of living, friends who build good forts, a good boyfriend who gives great hugs, a family who i can count on for everything and long winter days full of memories like building snow men and having snow ball fights.I know id rather be barefoot laughing in the rain with someone rather than arguing about pointless things. I'd rather be sitting on floor with my dog watching Star Wars than out at a party. I know I love 80's movies and men with beards. I'm not a size 3 and i'm not 5'0 but i don't care. I know who i am and thats all that counts. Everything is Amazing, and No one is Happy.






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Laying so close I could almost hear your heart beat. My head resting on your chest as your arm settles down on my side, your fingers running slightly under my shirt, and across my waist ever so gently. Glancing up to see where your thoughts are. Your eyes met mine. You were watching me as if I was the only thing you were concerned about. A smirk cracked on your face. Leaning up slowly to place my lips against yours, but with a beat you quickly kiss me before I ever got the chance, but you don’t stop. The most passionate kiss I’ve ever felt. I could hardly breathe. 

POSTED 3 months ago
Tag(s): #original poem #lol its not a poem