Teen Scribblers

She was tall.  That was all he saw when I first peeked at her. She was tall. I liked tall girls, being tall myself. At 6'2 with a body like mine, most girls made me feel like a pedophile (I know you're thinking I'm buff and ripped... YoU aRe WrOnG). Being fat and tall had it's advantages but not with slim and short girls, they mostly looked like children to me. This one though, was very tall, nothing less than 5'9 by my estimate. Them long legs captured my eyes and I followed them all the way to the top of her head only stopping to do justice to the ample backside she presented to me. 'Damn!' I thought to myself, 'she packing some real ammo right there'. So i stood up and walked towards her. The restaurant I'd come to take my evening meal was almost empty. Nobody eats this early in the evening, apart from me and apparently this lovely lady. She turns around just as I got behind her and in her shock thinking was going to harm her or so...

You know, each time I hear people say "I fell out of love", I keep asking myself, did they ever really love? Cause to be honest, I don't think we humans ever really stop loving. That is, if you ever loved in the first place, no matter how little it may have been. Truth be told, your heart is big enough to love every soul in the world and judging from the fact that there are over 7 billion people who look like you and I, that means your heart is really big. That's why when you fall for that person, no matter how bad it may have ended or how much hatred you may claim to harbor within you, have you ever asked yourself why you still get affected or sometimes feel that little iota of pity or sentiment when something is not right with the one you once loved? The truth is you still wanna check up on them, know how they are, know what's up with them, know how they doing or how they feeling, you actually can't help yourself. Sometimes you even catch yourself thinking ...

This morning was turned sour Woke up without you by my side Where's My Ride or Die? I searched for you my love Though I'm still searching Just a clue or hint But all you left behind Made me clueless Empty space Rumpled sheets It's a special type of feeling Always lingering in your presence Only you remakes an old heart  Back into it's youthful vigour I could always and forever write about you But what's left is nothing I miss you  Only you can fill your space I am with heavy eyes Even if I'm to rest  Where would I? My Succulent Bed I miss you ~Eustachio