A short dinner
Puncuated with frozen cheesecake
Left me feeling heartache
For the one that never hurt me
He never had the chance

I saw this mountain all alone
I saw this mountan on its own
I saw this as a lonely mountain
Its tears cascading like a fountain
I thought I'd climb it, keep it company
I thought that nothing could go wrong
I thought the mountain, it would love me
The mountain chuckled; I was wrong
But still I began my treacherous climb
The goal I'd set still tricked my mind
I dove between the weeds and thrushes
I slipped around the water rushes
Expecting to hear the mountain call'
I was surprised when I heard nothing at all
Calling out for something more
Calling for the mountain's roar
When nothing came, I did not panic
Patience, thought I, should surely do it
So climbing still and dodging, diving
Without warning, I began crying
Why has the mountain been so silent?
Why has the mountain been so quiet?
Perhaps it doesn't want me after all
I realized it would never call
So sobs tearing through my chest I turned 'round
Deafened by the lack of sound
And when I reached the bottom once more
Still, I did not hear the mountain's roar

The worst part about leaving you
Is that you don't even know
The worst part about leaving you
Is that it won't even show

The worst part about leaving you
Is that I'll lose you forever
The worst part about leaving you
Is that in the long run, I'll be better

The worst part about leaving you
Is that I knew all along
The worst part about leaving you
Is that we won't get along

The worst part about leaving you
Is that I'll be better off
The worst part about leaving you
Is that I won't ever stop

This is the first time I've said goodbye
This is the first time I've left first
And let me be the first to tell you
It's the worst

It's the feeling of knowing and refusing
The feeling of winning while I'm losing
The feeling of hellos' masked by pride
The feeling of desperately trying to hide
It's the feeling of hearing and not seeing
The feeling of seeing and not believing
The feeling of crying myself to sleep
The feeling of secrets I cannot keep
It's the feeling of a future I had imagined
The feeling of a future I had been handed
The feeling of refusing to let yourself cry
It's the feeling of saying goodbye

Thomas, He's amazing..
Yet that dosent even come close to describing his true meaning.
He's not afraid of his fears, because he knows that fear has no place in his heart when it comes.
He's a lover of many, and steals there hearts was he walks in the room:)
He looks over his shoulder and as do I.. He smiles his glowing smile and I smile back, but that was all.
Loyal, he keeps his promises.. And never fails to forget.
Loving, he forgives the ones who have caused him pain and moves on..
Hopeing, he chases after his many dreams, and without a doubt I know he will achieve them!
Blessed, he Uses his god given gifts and lifts others up
Determined, he rebukes the curses that others throw at him and,
Rejoicing, he smiles :)


...to define him? Its impossible...
But he's an amazing friend.. A friend whose always been there..
he's someone I wish I could be like..
He's amazing...

Enough
Enough death
Enough lies
Enough hurt
Enough cries
Loosing a battle we should have won
Enough is enough
This should be done
Enough tears
Enough fears
time to make it clear
that being put down through all the years
only makes you stronger
Stand taller
Show the world your life was meant for longer
Fight harder
Become strong
Show them they were wrong
Move along
Life going on
Life going strong
Life moving on

She linked her arms behind her back and tiptoed down the hallway. Her family was all asleep.
Her mouth was drawn up at the corners and her eyes twinkled, even in the dark.

What could she be up to? thought no one.

She turned the corner into the kitchen. Her hair swinging around her shoulders.
A hum escaped her lips, the melody unidentifiable.
With a long arm she reached up and opened a cupboard, her other arm following suit to retrieve a glass.
Hopping quickly over to the sink, the long arms came into play again, switching the faucet on and filling her cup.

Thirsty, at this time of night? asked no one.

Her smile grew wider. She straightened out, having been bent over the sink.
Those long arms grew stiff.
She spoke,

"What are you doing in my house?" Her voice was deep and clear, like a river.

There was silence throughout the house.

She turned quickly, the water in her glass sloshing over onto her fingers.

There was no one there.
Her face became sad, the mischevious glint lost.

What are you doing in my house? wondered no one.

"Nothing." She said.
And went back to bed.

Did you ever really love me?
Did you love me when you asked?
Did you love me when you promised?
Did you love me when you held my hand?
Did you love me when you promised to marry me?
Did you love me when you left?
Did you love me when you came back?
Did you love me when you promised?
Did you love me when you held my hand?
Did you love me when you promised we'd be together forever?
Did you love me when you left?
Did you love me when you kissed her?
Did you love me when you came back?
Did you love me when you promised?
Did you love me when you stared at me?
Did you love me when you said I was precious?
Did you love me when you left?
Did you love me when you held her?
Did you love me when you promised her?
Did you love me when I left?

I'm starting to think you didn't love me at all