Today.
Today was a day.
The world grew smaler,darker.
I grew more afraid.
Not of what I am but of what I could be.
I loosen my collar to take a breath.
My eyes fade.
And I see......Him.
The image of perfection.
His frame strong.
His lips smooth.
And I keep thinking.
What am I so scared of?
I wish I could escape the pain,
but these thoughts invade my head.
Bound to my memory,
they`re like shackles of guilt.
Oh God,please set me free
from this prison of isolation.
And let me love.
And let me be.

"By moonlight many years ago,
My true love did I know.
 

And by that moon I begged her wait
But that night did she go.
 

So young lovers, heed my words
Don't squander love away
 

The moon is changing ever still
Soon comes the light of day."

Haiku

I'd buy the Viper
if I had twenty-five grand
I don't, so I can't.
 

Sonnet

Shall I compare thee to my favorite Porsche?
Thou art almost as lovely as its shine
Thou surely art more lovely than some Borscht.
and lovelier still since my dear you're mine
 

How do I find the words to say "you drive?"
I'm grounded cause I stole my father's car
I'm grateful that your car is still alive
without it you and I would not get far
 

So even though you drive like you're on crack
I like to watch your face behind the wheel
and though we may be dead before we're back
I still think you're the only thing that's real
 

I'd choose you o'er a sports car any day
but both would be ideal I have to say!
 

I really enjoyed talking to you in your room today. Try not to be nervous about starting high school. I know you’re going to find people who understand you. There’s something that I didn’t get a chance to tell you. There’s someone truly special in my life that I can’t stop thinking about. She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met. Smart and funny and beautiful and just knowing that she’s in my life has given me this constant fluttering that keeps me awake at night. When I think about who I can talk to about this, who will understand, the only person that comes to mind is you. And that’s a problem. Because you are the one that I feel this way about. I think about you constantly. Every little thing you do. The Elvis Costello sticker you just put on your spiral notebook. The way your bangs have grown out every day now for six months until Monday when you were finally able to put it all in a pony tail. And today when you invited me to stay and talk with you after Pacey left, it occurred to me that you must think about me too. If I tried to tell anyone else, they would say that you and I are impossible, that our lives are too different, that we could never be right for each other. But we understand each other and we care about each other, and I believe that years from now we still will. Your friend forever.
Love,
Dawson

My grandmother, your great-grandma, gave this toy to me when I was a little girl. We used to sit down here for hours, staring up at the stars, and she’d tell me this story. About a princess, named Isabella, who was both cursed and blessed at the same time.
See Isabella was a Star Dancer -- meant for a life dancing amongst the stars. She was blessed because she could fly from star to star. But she was cursed, too -- because for every star she’d visit there was another one she left behind. That was her plight. Forced to spend eternity dancing in the stars, free as a bird, but alone.

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