I struggle
between believing in the good in people
when there is very little good left to be found.
Somewhere deep down,
in that much-too handsome chest of yours
you must understand not only your wrong-doings
but how to avoid them too
Why must you fall back in to your own trap over
and over again?
I see the beauty
not only in your face but behind your eyes
The sparkle of good so hard to find
I wish I could help you
escape this cycle
this ditch you can't dig yourself out of
let you see the good in who you are
that you're better than what you think you
must settle for
I hope
I hope so much you give me the chance
to show you

The best kind of love,
is giggly love.
The kind that makes you
never want to separate.
To cling limb on limb every
moment
you are together.

The kind of love when every
second
is an opportunity for laughter
so that your vision goes blurry
and body goes numb

The best kind of love
is when you're together
and no one is ever cold.
no one is every lonely.
and no one ever gets lost.
When you're together
and suddenly you're not an I
you're a we.

The kind of love when
every moment
is the perfect moment
to giggle.