The story of us can be just mean
Sparks fly causing a scene
The last time of being 22
Teardrops falling on my guitar
As we sing about Tim McGraw
It’s that time to shake it off
Staring into blank space
Bad blood between us
Showing our style and our wildest dreams
We are never ever ever getting back together
We’re not out of the woods
I don’t wanna live forever
Finding New Romantics
Oh look what you made me do
Are you ready for it, the end game
I am as delicate as a passenger train
Babe, let’s go back to be 15
Where it was just me and our song
Singing our love story of I’m only me when I’m with you
Holding the picture to burn of your beautiful eyes
Wanting change is crazier then a pure white horse
You belong with me sharing the best day
Fearless, back to December
You and me= mine
As the sparks fly...
Are you ready for it?

I'm
learning
to
love
the
sound of my feet
walking away
from
things
not
meant for me
yes
love
is
the
answer
love
will
conquer everything
despite
the
anger and pain
love
will
always
be
the
End game

we are but the sand and the ocean.
you are the sand
warm, fine, comforting, golden
people always seem
to walk all over you,
but not me
for I am the ocean
deep, brave, pure, peaceful
and I try so hard to get to you
but every time I push myself
I always end up trickling back to where I belong
it's not fair
I want to belong to you

c.p

i wish i could go back -
hold the little boy with unkempt, inky hair
and clumsy, painted fingertips
by the hand and tell him:
“you are a hero.
you will soar into the sky
with your crimson cape
and pointe shoes;
the crowd will tell you
to fight tougher, punch harder
but i believe in you
and that's enough.”