Wake up.
Get up.
The light it finally turned on.

That one situation
That one person
That one feeling
Moving on *****
Especially when you feel super glued.

There are so many colors in a crayon box.
Everyone has their favorite.
Mine just happens to be you.

You're the pink to my hearts that overfill the page with your name written inside.
You're the blue to the tear on my stick figures that I draw every time we say goodbye.
You're the red to the fire I doodle when ever I remember our last kiss.
You're the yellow I shade in the smiley faces as you make me grin.
Your're the green to the color of nature, that has a beauty so very close to yours.
You're the orange that shows our warm hugs like the suns light reflects the sea shores.
You're the purple when we're apart, there's loyalty there that I trust with all my heart.
You're the black to my night sky, surrounded by the twinkling stars of our outrageous memories.
You're the white to heaven's clouds, and its not as far as it seems, i'm there whenever you're with me

But most of all,
You are my personal color.
A color no one could use or borrow
I'll use you yesterday, today, and tomorrow
And never get old.

In a sixty-four pack box,
You are my crayon.

I thought you'd be another one
Just another person who passed by
Dropped by to say hello
But no sir,
You are so much more

I found myself for the first time
Asking,
Begging for more
So why don't you come over with me
So I wont be so alone.

Do you trust me enough to tell me your fears?
Do you love me enough to make sure we'll never fall?
Do you see all the beauty in you?
The beauty of a man?
You're perfect to me darling.
Why dont you understand?

Will you be my Prince Charming?
My Aladin?
My Erick?
Or maybe my Peter Pan?
Or maybe we can start a new fairytale,
One about an everyday woman and man.

Staring you and me
In our troubled teens
With much to worry

Will these ever happen?
What are the chances it can come true?

Maybe i question myself to much.
Do you ever find yourself doing that to?

Words cannot describe,
What i feel at midnight.
Laying in bed,
Remembering the good-old-days in my head.

When you and me use to be we

When it was you and I
No one else on the side.
I want to be back in your arms
For you to hold me
Tell me I'm yours.

So why cant we break that door
And let me in once more?
I'll do better
Wont fall for another feller

'Cause all I need
Is for us to once again be we.

I saw you today.
Thought I would be okay.
But I wasn't.

Opened up to old math notes.
Your name written all over the pages.
Hearts filling up empty spaces.

I knew I'd see you in Spanish.
Awkward in there it was.
Why did we choose to sit next to each other?

I forgot how despairing it was to walk to class alone.
To have no one to hold.
Twitch at every sound of smooching.
Turn when you hear "I love you".

My hands so frigid.
My lips are deserted.
Why cant this feeling let me be?

I urn for the chance to wave hi.
To say it.
To look into your dark brown eyes.

Now I stare at you from a distance.
And I'm thinking, "Do you feel the same way too?
Do you feel so drained?
'Cause I know i do."