Oh what a night it was
To run under the city lights
As we danced below the stars
See the beauty of the night
As we laughed like children playing
I fell in love
With the joy in your eyes
Oh what a night it was
Wish we could do it
Every night

The wind can blow
It can shake all the trees
Storms can drag us by our feet
But my heart
Will always belong to thee

You call it chase
I say you lack empathy
I just want to be heard
Be seen
Be able to talk
Without your knees getting weak

You call it chase
I say reciprocate
I go after you
Without questioning the days
I ask for an hour
But you’d rather hit the hay

You call it chase
I want your affection
I’m tired of trying
To hold my tongue
When your actions
I question

Little white door
What secrets do you keep
With your tile entrance
And wood everywhere you see
You have seen a lot
And your walls hold secrets
That no one has seen
You have seen me in my worst
As I crumbled on her feet
You have seen me cry
More than those I love the most
You have heard my pain
Thinking I was alone
You have seen my friends
Come in and out your door
You remember the parties?
And the cook outs too!
All the birthday celebrations
You’ve watched my dog grow too
You have seen all the lies
And all the truths
Little white door
Of apartment 305
Thank you for keeping
Yourself true

If I could carve you into stone
As I can describe you with my lips,
All the marble statues
Would perish,
Seize to exist.
You beauty would be the standard
Of all modern art,
Your lips curve to perfection
And your eyes captivate my heart.
Your body crafted from the heavens,
Blessed to creation,
Perfection is nothing short.
I could stare at you for hours
Like you’re a ruby red rose,
You hair is strings of gold
Pulled by the gods themselves.
Ocean waves in your hair
As you move with the breeze
It invites me to dance,
Showing me it’s flirtatious expertise.

If I was a true artist,
One that sculpts with stone.
I’d have all the greatest artist
Ask me when did I see an Angel
Up close.

Let me be weak
Let me be soft
Let me be able to hold
You dearly in my arms
Let me be able
To talk about it all
All the things that
Can make me cry
Or when I hit
A wall

Let me be weak
Let me be soft
I want you to hear
The rhythm of my heart
Press your ear against
This hollow chest of mine
Hear the hidden truth
Behind my dark brown eyes

Let me be weak
Let me be soft
Let me tell you
How I try
To move on
In this game I call life
Let me speak
From my beating heart

Let me tell you
The secrets to my heart

It’s embarrassing
To call you on this phone
To hear your pretext lines
Waiting for my replies
It hurts that you bring out these words
It hurts to let you know why I’m hurt
But if I never called
I might not be here at all
So I’m thankful for the call

If you’re ever feeling down
And have no where to run
Please call the number
Someone wants to hear
what you’ve been through and done
And if not one
Not one soul answers your call
Don’t forget about me friend
I’ll hear you out
Just please
Please
Please reach out