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She KnewShe kissed him and she knew,
That he was definitely the one.
Wrapped up in him,
She knew she was safe.
Held by his caring hands,
No harm could be done to her.
She knew she wanted him.
No one else was better for her.
The two of them,
Were meant to be together.
She knew it.
He knew it.
They both knew it ♥
Be That BoyI want you to be that boy...
The one who cares about me,
The one who calls me beautiful,
The one who would never hurt me.
Be the guy who loves me for me,
Who won't try to change me.
Be the boy who will love me with no restrictions,
And protect me.
I want you to be the boy that...
Kisses me on the eyelids,
Holds my hand in public,
And enjoys my company.
Be the guy who helps me recover,
Form my past.
Help me through struggles in life,
And I'll help you through yours.
Be the one I want to hold,
And never let go.
I will be the one you want to hold,
And never let go.
My One Love Part Eight"Aww man," I complained "it's raining." The rain poured down on us in a heavy sheet.
It had been Colton's turn to come meet my parents, who approved a lot quicker than I imagined. After dinner, we had decided to walk around my neighborhood, but eventually ended up at the park instead. There was a park across the street from my house where we had Freshmen Field Day last year. Everytime I go there, I picture the whole park filled with my schoolmates. What I remember most about that day was Blaze and Greggory spinning me around in a swing, I was screaming so loud. It was awesome.
We had just gotten to the park, and we were sitting under the pavilion on a table. It was cold and cloudy, and I was shivering like crazy.
"Dear God, it's cold!" I chattered. I was freaking freezing. Colton wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer.
"Warming up yet?" he asked. I actually was. He gave off a lot of body heat for a pale dude.
"Hey Bailey?" Colton wondered, "I have a question."
Repairing My HeartHe walks around every day,
With my heart in his pocket.
It's all broken up,
Into sharp, jagged pieces.
But little by little,
Each and every day,
Even if he doesn't know it,
He's taping it back together,
And stitching up the scars.
My One Love Part FourIt was seriously getting on my nerves. All day long, people were asking me if I really was dating Colton. It was interesting to explain it to my sister. She wouldn't stop asking me questions like "Have you kissed yet?" and "How many times have you guys held hands?" and it was getting on my nerves.
It was after school, and Colton and I were holding hands, and ran into Darren. He was the only one who still didn't know we were dating. A smile spread across his face, and he laughed.
"Oh hoh," Darren laughed, "you guys are really dating? Now is my chance for revenge." He went up behind us and ruffled our hair. Mine went flying everywhere, hanging in my face. Colton's hair was already curly, so it didn't do much.
"SEX HAIR!" Darren shouted. I would always do that to him and his girlfriend, Elizabeth, so he said that if Colton and I went out, he would do it to me. I brushed my hair out of my face and gave him a cold look.
"I'm gonna kill you Laramy," I told him. I took a few steps forward.
My One Love Part TwoI put the headphone in my ear and shoved my Ipod in the pocket of my hoodie. I followed my class out of Mr. Steven's room and headed for the stairs. I couldn't wait to get to lunch and see all of my friends.
My name is Bailey Gray. My friends call me Bailey Bailey Slade. It's all because I've liked this guy, Colton Slade, since the start of freshman year last year. I fell in love with him, and my friends are constantly making stupid jokes. One of my friends, Serena, even made these stupid comics about how our life would be. According to her, we were going to have a kid named Baiton. Really stupid name, isn't it? I guess combining our names together was the best thing she could come up with. That's Serena for ya.
I scrolled through my songs to Superfreak by Rick James and shoved my Ipod back in my pocket. I hopped off the last step of the stairs and walked quickly down to the main hallway, where I found Lynn. I tried to get her to come with me, but she said she was waiting for someone.
My One Love Part Six"Hey Bailey, babe wake up," I heard someone say.I opened my eyes and realized it was Colton, and that I was still at his house.
"What an I doing here?" I sleepily asked, "did I sleep drive or something?"
"You fell asleep in the middle of the movie. When my mom saw, she called your mom and told her to just let you sleep here," Colton explained. I was still laying down on the couch. I didn't feel like sitting up. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.
"What time is it?" I asked. I didn't feel like getting my phone out.
"It's five," Colton informed. I just noticed how dark it was.
"Holy Great Mother of God, why are you up so early?" I wondered.
"Because we have to go to school," he reminded.
"Oh my God," I panicked, "all my stuff is at home."
"Your dad dropped it off on his way to catch his flight," he told me, pointing to the door. My backpack, purse, and and a bag of clothes were there. I then remembered that my dad was going on a work trip to Salem, Oregon.
"I'm gonna go get dressed now," I
My One Love Part FiveI went over to Colton's house that night because we were going to watch a movie together. It was also the first time I was going to be meeting his mom. I wasn't nervous-ok, maybe I was- but I wasn't too scared. If he was nice, I bet his mom was too.
I walked up to his house and knocked timidly on the door. Honestly, I was scared out of my f-ing mind. I wanted to run, but I felt as if my feet were cemented to the ground. Colton opened the door and smiled at me.
"Hey babe," he complemented. I blushed and stepped inside. Standing there was his mom. she had blonde hair and blue eyes, which I found odd, because Colton had brown hair and brown eyes. She was the same height as Colton. She stuck her hand out for a handshake.
"Hello, I'm Mrs. Slade," she spoke. I shook her hand.
"I'm Bailey," I replied. Before Colton and I could watch our movie, Mrs. Slade wanted to learn a little bit about me. I told her that I wanted to become an author, that I was going to be in the talent show on Friday, an
For You...I was assigned to her by life.
As I drank wine
From the same goblet as Christ.
I was promised eternal life.
And yet I'll die tomorrow
Protecting her heart.
[Think of me as the skyline
The moon to your stars
I wont be a memory
But the ghost of a smile.]
Youll see that mankind
Follows-stalks natures path
The perfection of being in love
The bliss of finding an ever white fantasy
Ever thought about me?
Your dreams I'll keep alive
Ever sang to me?
I'll entwine happiness in the seas
Within your steps mankind shall live
Keep the faith alive.
[Think of me as the skyline
Enough to become a memory
My honest heart will heal you
The pains and sorrows will wane
I'll think of you every single day]
24 hours of life
A cold baren land brings me death
The iris of her eyes
My ever glowing warmth
And in her face I see
Perfection of a night-skies
For the life I gave up for thee.
[Think of me as the skyline
The ghost of a memory
The faint smile in your tears
The fading ghost: Time
I shall be
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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