The coolness of the air, and the soft touch of this gentle breeze. So delicate to the point in time where I feel the love of peace, just as I wish that I could live this moment for just a bit longer, freeze. Stop all motion, and look at the sky of God's great glory, because with every rain drop that falls down, there seems to be another delicate story. Waiting to be heard, and waiting to be told, so why not peer at the sky and let our life rain systematically and unfold?

Do you believe in
                                 magic?
Do you still live a lie?
Is this your idea of a
                                     fairytale?
Do you believe in
                                you
                                        and
                                                 I?

Magic
                    carpets
                                   and
                                            pixies

                 Powerful
                                        lamps
                                                    and
                                                             pixie
                                                                         dust
            You're living a life of
                                                    imagination
And its you I'm supposed to trust?

                                                                                      I see no reason to hope
                                                                                             for a happy ending
                                                                                                   cause all I see is
                                                                           their looks
                                                                                              so
                                                                                                   condescending.

                                                 is it that hard
                                       to really just know the truth
                                             and grow up a little
                                       and stop living in your youth

its hard for me to make you
                                                     choose
but its me or
                        your dreams
would you rather have that
                                                  happy ending
and let this
                                       *fall apart at the seams?

I'm in the mood for cuddling
For holding hands and kissing
It seems that all this time
It was your touch i was missing

I'd ask you to hold me
But i know where that will lead
I'll fall for you once again
And you will become a need

Needing you and wanting you
Has brought me so much shame
I've avoided truth and simpleness
I refuse to play this game

Throwing out i love you's
As if you care for me
I accept it every time
Hoping you might see

i love you's
They are my heart and soul
Holding hands and kissing you
Somehow THAT makes me whole

So there's a new kid in the classroom
and the other kids all stare
as he comes and sits right next to me
"Why's he sitting there?"
He's not your average schoolboy
he has the darkest stare
that threatens all who see it
thundering through his messed up hair.
He glares at all the others
as his choice they mock with glee
the pretty ones all clucking
as to why he would choose me.
But here he sits, unmoving
solid stone with stormy eyes
while I control my longing
for his hand upon my thigh.
He really is quite dreamy
in his own peculiar way
so I'm scribbling in my notebook
trying to find words to say.
Now he's staring at my notebook
I'm exposed, I want to die
as he reads these words I'm writing
and puts his hand upon my thigh!!!