I can't talk to you the way i want to
Because I don't want to be seen in a bad image

I can't look at you the way I want to
Because I would hate for my mind to wander

I can't touch you the way I want to
Because I would be ashamed of myself

In time I will be able to
Because by then we will be married

But as of right now I want to only stay
The Way I Want To

When it comes to religion
Why do we have to proclaim it
Being the only other around one type
Very uncomfortable
I'm not as open as others
If I was I would be an outcast
Thrown by these beliefs
Yet I live
Within myself
For all the religion in the world
We just seek the one that helps us cope
With the troubles of this life
With a promise of better one
So I keep my religion
And outcast all others who possibly
Outcast me

'Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
Little Amelia Pond asleep in her bed, with thoughts of a raggedy doctor
floating through her head.
Outside her window, there came a bright light,
'twas a light so bright that it lit up the night
And the sound of the TARDIS woke her up with a jolt
and with an excited smile she heard the thing halt
She ran through the house, past the mouse, past the tree
and she saw her old friend and greeted him with glee.
He was happy to see her, but there was sadness in his heart.
He brought her rare gifts, like VanGogh art.
They ate fishsticks and custard as the doctor told of tales never heard.
As the night went on the fun wore out little miss pond
The doctor tucked her into bed and told her more stories that danced through her head.

'Twas the morning of christmas
and the best gift of all
was the night full of memories and for years she recalled
her raggedy doctor until they met once more
But thats a story for another time, and then I shall write more.
Have a merry Christmas and a Happy Holiday
From The Doctor And Amy

We all have had that moment
Time stands still
You staring at someone
Your body heats up
You feel your blood boil
Not from heat
But from love

We all have had that moment
We don't remember what we did
Our hearts take over our bodies
Artists hands throw paint
Poets create poems
And we have a creation

We all have had that moment
When we think
Yet do not know
Love
But we wish to know
So we try to find it
And when we do we are lost

We all have had that moment
We follow our instincts
Try to show off
Get their hearts to go wild as well

We all have ad that moment
Wen we think we found the the one
Then we know they are he one
And we thank our instincts
For they brought us our perfect matches
And they thank theirs
For the same reason

Allow me to open your eyes
By opening you up
Do things your way
Then you can see
It forms your own way
Like if you taste with your hands
Just think how ever it feels that's how it tastes
Allow your mind to take over
Talk to yourself about what you want
Let's see how open you get
And how the world looks to you

seems like we all come here to let go of something
to let go of of broken heart,unreturned love,of hate,of fears,
of people around pushing you,of injured heart,of your worst sins


seems like we have all been facing our deamons for to long
couldn't stay in silence forever and just keep it all inside like we used to
looks like we all look for a way to become someone fixed and new


we all have chased,and cried and pleaded,we all were out of place
feeling useless feeling weak,wished we could be erased..

we had gentle hearts uneasy minds and feelings that went wrong
so we tried to find a way out and it was to release them into a song

Always taught love took you though carnage
Deep inside he is filled with damage
Now he knows love is cruel
The light that could have been lived
Is now dead deep inside itself killed
But the feeling will be back
And attack him like a heart attack
Until that day
He must be prepared any way possible