What Is Love?

What Is Love?: Taylor Hondos

What is love,
It is crying into the arms of someone,
Being comfortable and them,
Being unfazed by the tears on their arms.

What is love,
It is the person who can see your flaws,
They wrap them around you,
And set them free.

Love is blind at first,
Slowly opens it's eyes,
Sees who you are,
Still loves you.

I thought true love wasn't real,
From watching shattered love around me.
I picked myself up with the help of another,
Hiding my marks every step of the way.

What is love really?
Love is no longer hiding.
Love is forgetting the bad.
Love is about moving forward.
Together.

A Confession

A Confession: Taylor Hondos


The truth is, I do not know who I am.
I do not know who I want to be.
I want to be notoriety; then again I don't.
I want to be happy.
I want to be pleasing.
I want to be perfect.
I want to please others; my problem in a sentence.

The truth is, there is no such thing as perfection.
I have spent my entire life pleasing other; putting myself last.
I have a confession,
What I want most is to be noticed.
Noticed in writing, noticed by others.
I want to be noticed for all the good I do.
I don't want notoriety, but just to be noticed.

Say what you will; say what you want.
We all want to be important.
I have another confession.
I have a great mind; but what is great on you,
Will control you; your thoughts, your actions.
Don't let it anymore.

I haven't been taken seriously,
I want to be.
I have a confession,
I am in love and afraid to be.
My mind keeps me on edge.
My mind keeps me going crazy.
Keeps getting in the way.
Keeps telling me I am not important.
Don't let it.