I've got to go get it,
I've got to be the best,
And I've got to convince you that
I am all of these things
Inside of me that you've never seen.

I am this shy boy
Despite my loud and obnoxious facade.
Its all misplaced bravado,
An excess to cover up for how nervous
You really make me feel.

You've seen my loud mouth,
And you've watched my self-centered strut,
But what you've never seen is the inside of me:
The romantically inclined mind,
The thoughtful, caring heart,
And my longing to understand your soul.

So give me the chance to be
Everything I could ever be,
Most importantly, everything you'll ever need,
And it all starts with you
Taking a moment to see all of these things
Inside of me you've never seen.

In hopes someone would sing my thoughts
while breathing in
a tantalizing dance,
I painted an existence with hands full
of shining light.
I then waited for my heart’s desires
to come to life
running in my blood and spirit
like an army’s
last advance.

The Earth is something that holds my emotions
upon rippling waves
of healing winds,
streaming to me in an isolated dance.
Yet, sometimes
I get lost in the night sky
and find myself cursing the pain
sitting on the grounds of today’s truth
and circumstance.

My hands seek reasons to forgive
the silence of disbelief,
while catching secrets that have been
thrown away
and even if I nailed
the windowsill of confusion shut,
my heart would still care about tomorrow
but my mind could not be changed
nor swayed.

If that is what you call it, then say what you will -
You always have,
But that doesn't make your words any less untrue.

There was no placeholder until you made yourself one,
I wanted everything that I thought you were,
And then you went and changed.
I fooled myself along trying to believe that you were still you,
But you weren't.
You showed who you were, went back to him and every other guy out there,
So at some point I had to let myself know... and I did.
You weren't the one for me, and come to think of it
- Hindsight is always 20/20, isnt it? -
The fact that you could do any of these things meant that you never were in the first place.
You were the last place I should be, the last person I should be with.

Why did it have to become a war? Why do you want to give a peace offering?
Last I ever knew you never wanted to see or hear from me again -
So leave it be that way.
You had your chance, and you were her for a time,
But you let that fall into the road a long time ago where it gathered dust and fell apart.
Get real, don't get hurt,
Remember, you were the one who left not me.

Make the most of the time you've got girl,
for before you know it
Life will have passed you by.
There you will stand,
Having lost even the chance to wave goodbye
To those days you knew as your prime.

Days sweep endlessly by
And the wind sweeps the trees.
The rain drips on down
Until the sky lets up,
Until the clouds bow out
Leaving a bright night sky.

So take your chance, take it now.
Make your stand, make it proud.
Love life, live strong, never hesitate,
The best and worst will be gone
By the time you move again.

Take your chances when they come
And bow out with your sun,
Leaving with a setting that puts all in awe.
Make the most of life girl
Before you've left it wasted and gone.

You are
delicious
And I am
greedy.
You are
generous
And I am
needy.
You are
experienced
And I am
learning.
You are
flammable
And I am
burning.

The wrong thing
seduces the heart
into a quiet corner
and the right thing
kills it.

The same tender voice in your thoughts, I can hear in mine
Repeating claims which dust the wings of time
However much they flow, you will surely always find
Underneath the wings those voices
Are sublime

On the shores of our hearts we walk a similar line
Finding joy in the meeting of the two
Only there do we let go of differences we find
Within the space that separates
Our view

The waters that touch our shores swirl almost the same
As those waters on a hundred other shores
Yet they do not know the name
Of the tender voice we hear in our thoughts
Whispering the same

In our hearts we have a need to hear this tender voice
Repeating claims which lift the wings of time
However much they flow, we find we have no choice
We have to listen to the rhythm
Of their rhyme

You rewrite me.

I learn the hieroglyph for longing,
the derivative of sigh.
Ours is a softly spoken love

and I'm a breathless scribe.