Hello Tiny Notebook, how are you this fine evening?

Empty?! Why, what seems to be the bother?

Ah, Tall Pencil keeps turning its eraser to you..

I am very sorry to hear.

I wish I’d held his hand a little tighter.
I wish I’d kissed his lips a little slower.
It’s getting harder to remember his smell…

All my days he made them brighter.
Wrote happy endings like a writer.
Daily stories that I loved to tell…

[Chorus]
Wherever you are, if you’re near of you’re far
I’ll keep on looking high, to the moon-lit sky.
Wherever you are, if you’re near of you’re far
I’ll keep on holding tight, wishing on starry nights.

I wish I could make things seem a little lighter.
I go back as the sun sets lower.
And the stars cover me, prepare me for the all-nighter.

All of his words he spoke them stronger,
told me he wished he’d held me longer.
Separation, isn’t easy on the heart…

Wherever you are, if you’re near of you’re far
I’ll keep on looking high, to the moon-lit sky…

Wherever you are, if you’re near of you’re far
I’ll keep on looking up high, to the moon-lit sky.
Wherever you are, if you’re near of you’re far
I’ll keep on holding tight, wishing on starry nights.

Wishing on starry nights (x4)

Wherever we are, tonight.



( My friend played her guitar and sung these lyrics, a better idea for you of how this may sound )
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z58HjB0N0Yo

Why are

You

still living

in my heart?

Move out,

So I can move

On.

Sometimes

The bad things happen for the right reasons

And sometimes

You're better off without certain people.

Sometimes,

You're wishing this wasn't true.

I couldn't imagine being in her situation.
I couldn't walk in my friend's shoes.
I couldn't imagine walking into the house after being
outside in the snow and not hearing my mother say,
"Kick the snow off your shoes outside!".
Or swapping shoes because we share the same foot size.
I couldn't imagine walking in her shoes,
but I can imagine how damp and sore they must be.
She doesn't know it,
nor did she intend it,
but a story I had heard about her made my eyes
damper than my snow-covered shoes.
It hit me because there was a part of the story
I could identify with, and one I couldn't.
We both write little appreciative stories inside cards on
Mother's Day. We've both done so for years.
We differ when I learn she would go outside and throw
her card as high into the sky as she could, hoping it would
reach her mother in heaven.
In that moment of the story,
her years of heartache are felt within mine.
We both expected wonderful reactions.
One particular wonderful thing about you,
I'm sure you'd like to know,
happens during my classes.
I do pay attention,
usually.
Well, I do try to at first.
But you take my mind away from my work
and make me work on a story about you and sometimes about us.
When I feel you tugging for my attention,
I usually give in.
You're much prettier of a story to tell.

Let's make 2

cups of tea

and

Let's sit anew

Let's laugh wishfully

of our old selves

of our old dreams

of our old love

Hush,*


That says more about you

than you want people

to hear.


Wouldn't want them finding out

who you really are.

It’s eleven-eleven
and I wish that we
were alone together
just you and me
With your body by mine,
you’d make everything feel fine
With our fingers intertwined  

And your voice would be my lullaby

The hand moves to a new number
as I’m lying here wishing only for you

So I might be down
for a little while
But I bet you I’d smile
if you made fun of my frown
Hold me tightly until
My smile reaches a mile
From the best thing I’ve ever known

You're going to choke on your own poison.
And don't look to me to save you
when you've poisoned my mind of myself.

I'm your rude awakening.

Tiny feet
millions of them
crawling over my nose

Sun shines
through the trees
I forget how the rest goes

Next time
my friend finds my nose
we'll both be grown butterflies,
I suppose

Cu-ri-os-i-ty

Must

Never

End.

I come here
to work
to relax
A little space to hear my thoughts

But then I hear voices.
Horrible
Loud
Destructive Voices
Ripping up the silence in the room.

I hate when I can't hear myself think.

Next Time*

I won't say anything at all.

The soft strand of your hair gets moved behind your ear
as you feel a gentle kiss on your cheek.
Been laying here for hours, side by side, field of flowers
Curious, I tap my watch to sneak a peek.

We both lay under the stars but the stars gaze down on us
for we're shining so bright always wishing that this night
will come again. Oh will this night please come again.

But then that smile

Oh goodness, that smile

It will take away
any darkness
you feel

With how brightly it's shown

It will force
your own smile
to show

With it's inviting appearance

It will soften
your heart

Because you know that smile is for you

It will capture
a thousand butterflies

And send them all fluttering to your stomach