You talk the talk
but do not walk the walk

I love you so much
but my sister she mocks.

She mocks what you say
it kills me inside,

I know your disorder
it's also affects me inside.

So angry you can be
it hurts those around,

it kills me too
like I have been drowned.

You mean so well
but it hardly goes right,

I'm so glad for my step mom
she has no fright.

Not like my mom
who you hurt so much

even physically
why did you have to touch?

You did it to me too,
you put your hand on me.

How could you do that, dad?
I was sixteen.

I love you to this day
and my helper says to me,

is it your dad that's mad
or the man he wish he could be?

I look at you and the way you stare
and the way you gaze at my curly hair
and tell me that you like my smile.

And we're cuddled up on your bed together
because everyone knows that this weather
is too cold- so lets just stay like this for awhile.

And you're layed down so I give a back rub
and we talk about all the drugs that we've done
and all the ones that we want to do.

As we lay there I think in my head
about all the things you've previously said,
stop analyzing, you typical girl, will you?

So I live in the moment because it's sweet
you and me together, and we have fun in the sheets
on weekday nights.

And so it's come, we'll always be friends
and babe I swear I'll care for you 'till the end
because you've been so changing for me.

And I hope you see.

Dear America
I'm only embarrassed of you,
because I'm a history major
and I know what you've been through.

Some musical artist make me proud
to be an American,
Bob Dylan, Jim Morrison, and Lou Reed
they keep me lying in bed.

Christmas time is coming
as well as the folk songs too,
they keep me loving constantly
but also give me the blues.

Now Neil Young comes on my playlist
from above me; Canada,
he writes of America beautifully
and lets me feel love.

Why is it that a Canadian
can write better of a country
than its own members,
it is coming to me bluntly.

Grey sky
Don't believe you are not as beautiful as a blue sky.

Dave Matthews wrote a song about you
I love it to this day.

Vanilla Fudge
keeps my psychedelia streak going.

I listen as I look
at my beautiful grey sky.

Now Bob Dylan takes over my ears,
"Tomorrow is a long time."

I can see grey clouds
many miles away.

They give pretty background
to my trees across the way.

I believe in the religion of living
to use what our Creator gave us,
we have to stop fighting and start giving
to gain all each others' trust.

If we do so, I believe
we can create heaven on Earth,
the same environment we should have seen
the moment of our birth.

Love is a word used but not always felt
if we should change our way,
the people of this world all will melt
into infinity's day.

I look out into Nature and think to myself
'This world is too beautiful to Hate',
just because our ancestral self
put religion up for debate.

I want a guy who can just shut up,
one who can enjoy silence.
Who doesn't try to impress me,
one with pure benevolence.

I want a guy who will lay next to me
and hold me in his arms.
So we can waste precious hours,
protected from any harm.

I want a guy who listens to music
and feels it in his soul.
Who will listen to Neil Young,
and his albums as a whole.

I want a guy to need me
as much as I need him.
But guys these days seem different,
the chances are fairly slim.

I'm a girl who's naive
but not in an ignorant way.
I just believe I will find love
some unexpected day.

I wonder if he knows
I wonder if he cares,

How can love be so strong
it almost makes me scared.

I've known him for long
but I cannot seem to forget,

all our memories
I truly should not fret.

I cannot help it
I keep flashbacking,

all those times
my initiations are lacking.

Some music seems to help
as though it typically does,

but even Led Zeppelin
cannot explain my cause.

We live near by
but go to different universities,

some day I hope
we live in the same city.

We can eat lunch
and go out together,

I know he likes me
if we could only get closer.

Steve is such an old name,
not one from this time,

it reminds me of an adult
but the sound of your name is sublime.

I enjoy your parents
although your mom is a drunk,

but you are such a good man
it has to be symbolic.

I hope you like me too
it would mean so much,

if we were to be together
it would be so clutch.

I'm moving on
I'm doing me
Can't you see
you're messing up me

There you go
Confusing me
Your uncertainty
has been the death of me.

I'm a lyer
I'm a cryer
I'm a sigher
I'm a lyer

One thing about nature is
You cannot lie.
Unlike history books in front of us
they're simple like the mind.

One might question the simplicity
that controls us everyday.
The mind means well this I know
in every possible way.

No matter who you are
or what you might have done.
I believe our mind
it is simple in it's one.

Spend some time outside
and soak it all in.
Let the wind possess you
and take it's words within.

Love is a thought
that possesses my mind.
I pray and hope every night
to find one of my kind.

Outside makes me happy
even in this winter weather.
I know I will find a man
comforting as my winter sweater.

So today I will praise this grey sky
because it is true as can be.
The birds are chirping loud as loud
and still I think about Steve.

Sometimes if you look hard enough,
the sky is running away from itself.

And the clouds,
they dangle off into islands
where they dance their way to death.

The dark clouds are scary and intimidating,
but behind it is always the sky.

So never fear,
the sky always wins.

Dear St. Christopher
listen to me
I need your help
on my journey.

I am not religious
nor practice the part,
but you seem caring
even though were worlds apart.

I wear your necklace everyday
because my father does too,
I wear your necklace because I'm afraid
of the dangers coming on cue.

You're the saint of journeys and travels
which life it is itself,
it's long and strange like a path
I hope you lend me help.

So dear St. Christopher give me help
for the problems that may come,
I love you though I do not know you
your soul should help me some.

I believe souls can help
as much as you help me,
I remember that time I did not wear your necklace
the trouble; oh I believe,

You keep me safe and more
through my troubled times,
you helped me stay off drugs
and helped me manage my time.

So today I still wear you
like I wear my pride,
modest yet consistent
I know you're on my side.

Steve
You make me feel like a ******
I just want to love you
Till your parents walk through.

No door to the room
I wonder if you smell my perfume
Euphoria is the name
Just like our flame.

I love feeling you
Just to touch you
Gives me thrills
And the consequential chills.

I replay it in my head
That time in your bed
Holding each other like we’re cold
So intimately you hold.

I wonder if we will marry
And you will be my Jerry
If we will be stable like a rock
And down the aisle we will walk.

God I want you so bad
But I don’t know what is out there
I think of you before I sleep
Us in a pair.

Please love me
The way I love you
It would make my life
The way I always imagined it to.

Your mom is a drunk
Your dad is cool
If you end up like him
I would be a fool
Not to marry you.

I could watch you watch sports
Just like I did with my dad
I would enjoy every minute of it
And I know you would like my stepdad.

So please tell me
You like me too
I will always like you
Steve this I promise you.

I never knew why CCR always sang about the rain,
but it's like once it has full grip of the sky,
it's unstoppable.

The moisture almost makes me want to *****,
but there is nothing like fresh air.
It is the best medicine.

Sometimes, if you look hard enough,
the sky is running away from itself.

And the clouds,
they dangle off into islands where they dance their way to death

The dark clouds are scary
and intimadating but behind it is always sky.
So never fear, the sky always wins.

But lightning is the ****** to be afraid of!

Rain is actually the pussiest part of the storm.