Soft touches,
Little glances,
Small talk,
Taking chances.

Brighter colors,
Fuller skies,
Bigger smiles,
No painful cries,

Something new,
A new begining,
Maybe you'll lose,
Or end up winning.

No one knows,
It's only a start,
A chance that can save,
Or break your heart.

Cassandra, Cassandra, Cassandra.

How else can you write another name in its place?

To match your dark eyes and hair,
Your smile and the fancy dresses you wear,

How does one compare?

To the books you read,
To the music you play,

To the songs you sing,
To the stories you write,

The dances you dance,
And the light you shine on the world.

The answer is:
You can't.

Nothing could be better about you,
The Beautiful Cassandra

Run, run, run;
It's all we ever do.

Hide, hide hide;
Don't let them catch you.

Watch out, watch out, watch out;
They're coming for us.

Darling, darling, darling;
Don't be afraid.

Promise, promise, promise;
Everything will be okay.

As long as we run, Run, RUN;
We'll be alright.

What is this feeling in my chest?
It's like a thousand fireworks going off at once,
Mending the shattered parts and rejuvenating the rest,
Making me more alive than ever.

What are all these new colors I see?
They make the world so much brighter,
Kissing life into the dark places and thoughts
Making me feel lighter.

Why do I feel this jealousy?
When he looks at another,
Darkening the clouds and making things once again gloomy,
Making my blood seem to boil.

What is wrong with me?
Thinking thoughts such as these,
Twisting reality making me wish I was normal and free,
Making me drunk on this sudden highlightation of life.

They say I have a crush,
But really I'm a million miles away,
Hoping in a rush,
That it is alive on both sides instead of just one.