This is.

I've been listening to wayy toooo much acoustic originals. It's got me expressing things on poetry. I'm new, so don't judge.
I spent Thanksgiving here in LA! In my dorm. It's a little lonely, but, I can survive.

This is
28 Nov 2008

This is when I reveal my secrets
The feeling I’ve hidden for you
A simple crush, I thought it was.

This is when I close my eyes
And when I open them
You stand in front of me
And we don’t say any words,
We just look into our eyes
And our hearts beat fast.

This is my regret
Cause it might be too late
We’ve gone our ways
We’re miles away, you’ve moved on.

But this is me still waiting.
Hoping faith would give me a chance.


JE. Off to acoustic rapture.