My head on your chest
And Lord knows I'm a mess
But that steady beat i hear keeps me in time

That look in your eyes
Your hands shaking like mine
And I cant keep you out of my mind

No denying this feeling
These cards are self dealing
All i want is to stay by your side

And the world could come crashing down
Around my head
But i just wont mind
So long as I'm here
With your arms wrapped around me
I know it will be just fine

'Cause i cant shake this feeling that there is no turning back now

You sigh in your sleep
And most things just don't keep
But hearing you breathe makes me think that whats gold can stay


I remember it all
I remember the fall
And the sun just keeps rising since then

This feeling inside
I just cant seem to hide
Then i look in your eyes and its there
And it's there
And it's there

The touch of your lips
Your hands rest on my hips
And we clasp hands so tight that it hurts

You fear for the worst
But that's not how it works
'Cause you see I'm in love with this boy

I play with your hair
And it just isent fair
That time wont stop for me
And for you
And for you

So long as your here
With your arms wrapped around me
I know it will be just fine

~for Jackson C. Frank
It seems almost too far fetched really,
too difficult to believe.
This unassuming moon shining like a copper plate.
These milkcrate blues.
This soft trellis of sound
wobbling through the wind
as if pouring out from the window
of some lonely house on the hill.
How beautiful it is,
the ghost of your voice,
haunting this empty valley.

If time could tell someone but me
I'd tell them to be swift, for all to see;
I'd listen close; the toll, the bell
And sink down to my private hell.
For what is hell if not my mind
With very little left to find;
No-one would search within my shell-
Now none remains in which to dwell
And much is lost, but something's found
In finding my feet on the ground.
And though I choke at every swell
I mostly loathe the tolling bell.

Oh words that have been left unspoken,
Why must you carry so much weight?
Why can't you string yourselves together
And annunciate or communicate?

The words held in check I do not follow
Wondering about throughout my mind.
But now and again reemerging to remind
Myself what not to say.

Speaking my mind is not an option
The words would be uncontrolled
And my tongue would begin to fold
At the bitter taste of the words that should be left untold.

At first glance it is a beautiful fabric, and craved,
it seems, by many. Delicately made and intricate,
so it should be hard to destroy, surely? After all,
the time and effort, feeling and emotion, put into it,
what a waste it would be to ruin such a fine thing.
It is strong, and it is complex. But it is no longer mine.
And still it stays here as a relic, resting softly on the
skin he used to kiss. One has to wonder in a time
of great desperation and loneliness, whether the
cotton is strong enough, whether I am strong enough,
to tie a noose around my neck. And let it hang.