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Introduction: My first blog and why I made it

Hi, I'm Denise, at this moment of writing (2014), 19 years of age. I've been writing officially (I call it official since I became part of the school publication) since I was in 6th grade.


This is my "first" blog. First being in double quotation marks because even before this, I had done one, but I don't think it was ever really published, more like a blog only for my eyes. I don't even know what happened to it. Anyway, here in this blog I will be posting all my poems, quotations, short stories, maybe even my novelettes, anything that floats my boat. I will also include my letterings, maybe some sketches or stuff. Everything related to the pen that I can think of. :)


I started this blog, as suggested by my friends because they knew that I love to write. Well, I considered it, and thought it might be a good idea. Since I wanted to keep a close copy of all my works. I even wrote them in a small notebook that I usually bring with me, but still, having a copy on the worldwide web would be good too. I also think that it would be nice to share my works with other people. I write to express my feelings, and I think that there would be people out there who could relate to the things I write about, maybe even help them or provide some insight. I know that at the moment, most topics seem to be about love, unrequited at that, but I will endeavor to post other writings about different topics. I will work to post all my works from the past up to my present ones, and hopefully, those of you reading will find some that you could connect to. Hope you all enjoy the things in this blog. Thanks for reading! :)

Saturday, August 15, 2015

If Only I'm Just Dreaming

Lately I've been feeling out of sorts.
A lot has been weighing on my mind since that week.
The things you did, the words you said, they got me so confused.
And now I'm pondering if this was all just your ruse.

 I always thought to never trust a guy who tells a girl they're beautiful
as if that's the most normal thing to do or say.
As much as it's music to the ears of women, to me they're more like warning bells sounding beware,
Because at the end of the day, it's the girl that will cry, and the guy that doesn't really care.

 But because of the things you did, I just can't help but wonder.
And I keep thinking of you even when I don't intend to.
I gotta stop this now, because I know this feeling very well,
I know where this ends, but I'm still getting caught under your spell.

 This situation, I don't want it, it's not supposed to be like this.
Once again, I'm in dichotomy. My heart and mind just don't seem to go the same way.
"Leave me be", says my mind, "I don't want you here."
But ever so stubborn, my heart whispers, "I will keep you near.."

 Tell me that it isn't real. Tell me it's just a fantasy.
Tell me it's just a dream, and maybe, just maybe, it's okay to keep dreaming.
Because there's no danger if it's not real.
I won't really fall if it's just make-believe what I feel.

 And if it's not a dream, and you're just playing around.
I'm telling you now that my heart isn't something to toy with.
Because my heart is weak, it falls faster than normally,
So I can't let my guard down, I gotta keep these walls around me.

 And if the feeling's real, and you're trying to get to me.
It's gonna be hard, because I don't intend to give up at all.
I have every reason not to ever let you begin,
Even if you find every conviction, I can't let you barge in.

 And as much as I enjoy such kind of attention, I gotta ask you to stop.
I don't want to misinterpret, I don't want to get my hopes up again.
Because seeing how you are, I don't even think it's likely
that a guy like you would ever go for a girl like me.

 And now if it was all up to me, I'd make this all just part of a dream,
A dream that's gotten out of hand and I need to snap out of.
So now, wake me up, because I'm falling fast, and I don't want to.
No, I don't want to, especially not with you.

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