I could turn away,
But then id have to pay,
My happiness may be the price,
But when it comes to that i think ill roll the dice.
Lets give it a chance,
And maybe just survive this crazy little dance.
Cause the smile spread wide across my face,
Well maybe you cant tell,
But hunny, i dont want my space.
It may be a secret, nobody can know,
But the day will come when that wont even show.
Yeah it *****,
But oh well, lifes just tough.
Sneaking around will never be easy,
But baby when you kiss me, i get queezy.
I like you alot,
And as far as what i want,
Your right on the dot.
Isaac i want this to work,
Hey!who knows? Maybe secrecy will turn out to be a perk

By: Kaity Morris
March 2,2012

Love used to be rare.
It used to be that you searched your entire life, and if you were lucky? You found someone you truly loved. But odds are, they didn't love you back, or maybe they did love you, but you loved someone else. It was a painful cycle; you went from person to person, searching for that missing piece of yourself somewhere inside one of them.                                                                 But when you thought it wasnt worth it anymore, when your heart just couldn't handle the burden of being incomplete, you found the will to move forward, you pulled yourself out of the bottom of that chocolate ice cream tub and moved on with your life just like everyone else had to do. And maybe, you kept searching; maybe you decided that you were content with being alone. But either way you found a way for love to make you happy, whether it be that you found that person who had that missing piece or you simply found a way to love yourself and there was never a need for another. Love always Natuarally found a way to affect people both negatively and positively but in the end, love used to be horribly gratifying.

Now? Love isn't rare. You can find it in a coffee shop; as a matter of fact you could find it in just about any coffee shop on this street. You could pay a hundred and fifty bucks for it on the streets of downtown Seattle or you could take it home from the casino. This is what love is these days. Love isnt a beautiful feeling, it isn't about finding the missing piece. Love is about who can give you a better ******, or who can make a better sandwich. Love has changed from what it used to be, a challenge to find a person who feels as strongly about you as you do about him, to a competition about who can offer you the most. The real meaning of love has been distorted. And now, we dont even have to search for it. Excuse me, I guess we do search, but not the real way. We dont have to leave it up to fate and get our hearts broken time and time again. We fill out a profile, upload a picture that has been messed with for hours, perfecting our hair or cutting a few inches off our waist. Then we press search, and instantly, there are hundreds of people who are perfect for you, guaranteed or your money back! But five years down the road, when you’ve married and divorced several of these “soul mates” you were matched with, there’s no refund then. Now you'll pick someone who has the most to offer you, tell him that he’s your one and only and have an empty, emotionless relationship that will only be ruined when he catches you sleeping with the pool boy.
Now, love is just horrible.

Fifty years down the road,
I hope I remember,
                     The long nights,
                     And the more than crazy fights.
When I've lived so long that my memories start to blur,
I hope i remember
                      The love we shared
                      And the way you cared.
looking back now, i think i would never forget, but thoughts slip my mind
And i hope i remember,
                       The long phone calls when we were apart,
                       And your love i felt, deep in my heart.
You may not be near to remind me, so i need a way to keep these memories close over the years,
Because i have to remember,
                        The connection we had,
                        And times both good and bad.
When I cant quite call to mind exactly how i felt, I hope i can take time to reminisce,
So I can remember,
                         The tears we shed
                         And things that went unsaid.
People come and go, friends lovers, neighbors, and acquaintances,
But you? I have to remember.
                          The walks on the beach,
                          Sweet kisses on my cheek.
If you ever have to leave me, whether it be your time or pure apathy,
The only thing i ask, is that i remember,
                           The charming smile,
                           And our laughing child.
If I think really hard and memories of you don't resurface, our time together will be lost forever
So IF I remember,
                            The romantic thoughts,
                            And feelings in my stomach like knots.
IF I can remember all of this, then i can begin all my stories with,
                           "Our first kiss"

your laugh is recognizable,
and this smile shows quite the opposite of dispisable.
when i get butterflies,
i realize the secrecy underlies the true feelings i get when you look me in the eye
and when you kiss me, lord i could just die.
after it's all said and done, i let out a sigh,
i just cant lie
when you're around, those butterflies become a firefly.
and baby my heart,
it may not be so smart
but when it comes to what i want,
it has it's own font.
so baby please don't taunt,
even if we cant flaunt
i wanna make this work
which shows plain as day with my little smirk.

Kaity Morris
March 6, 2012

You can kiss my *** goodbye,
If you think ill sit here and watch you lie,
At first i wont know what to do,
But look at you and sigh,
But then hunny,
Be prepared to die.
And maybe you'll think  twice,
When you feel that first slice,
Even though you rolled  those fateful dice,
About ever loving this heart of ice
You were ever so fond,
But you dipped your toe in that sinful pond,
You and only you broke our oh so strong bond.
So when you feel the pain,
Just remember that ***** lipstick stain,
And how you threw it all down the drain.
For your selfish reasons, oh so vain.

By Kaity Morris
March 15, 2012

Remember when they taught you in Sunday school?
Do what's right, never cool.
But then he comes along, what a tool,
But he makes you believe you've found a jewel.
Temptation comes, and you say just a quick dip in the sinful pool
But before you know it,
That light deep inside has been lit,
You've dug yourself into this fateful pit,
And he's not there beside you, oh ****.
It'll take you a little bit,
But you'll get out, thank God for whit.

By: Kaity Morris
November 20, 2012

The irony in this situation is overwhelming.
Night after night, I lay awake,
Remembering a time when I wasn’t contained in this wretched Asylum.
When I could look to the sky and see the stars,
When only I had control over my thought and actions.
My memories of the outside keep me sane,
This is where the irony comes into play…

I remember the dark skies,
Illuminated by the vivid stars,
Making meanings lucid
and showing past wrongs.
I’ll inevitably be here for quite awhile.
So all I have is the sudden flashbacks,
More than welcome in my lonely mind.
To motivate my escape,
I think of the peaceful world,
In the dead of night,
The soft glow shinning over the town’s sleeping inhabitants.
All of this will remind me why I need to get back on the outside,
All of this will keep me sane.

I cant bring myself to give up on your love,
Maybe i just need a little shove,
Or maybe i can continue to beleive someday we will  be throwing rice to that beloved dove.
I cant be certain about how you feel,
But the day i stop loving you,
You can feed me my last meal,
Cause me catching your heart,
That would be a steal
But until that kiss makes the seal,
Who knows whats the deal.
Friendship is more important
But does that mean that mean my love's stick  gets shortened?
I guess we need to discuss priorities,
Because ours seem to be of diffrent minorities,
It may be foreign to you,
But baby, my loves gonna be pourin,
Like rain on a tin roof,
But where is yours, did it go ****?
Show me you need me,
Because i want to feel your loves like the waves out at sea
Cause between me and you,
It was always been meant to be<3

By: Kaity Morris
April 24,2010

You used to promise the world to me,
said all those awful tings would never be.
so easy for you to lie,
i could never say goodbye.
no, because that would be TOO easy,
not when you could deceive me.
your lies became the end of you,
i saw that coming past all the lying you would do.
                Because all the promises you made,
                    never withheld against anything.
                                                                                                                                 By: Kaity Morris

I'm sorry we can't be friends
you pushed me to the end.
when a good friend, when you give love its called a lend,
but with you its always a send.
and without my love returned, how is my heart supposed to mend?
there comes a time when you realize, for a friend, backwards is a direction you shouldn't have to bend.
you can play it off that i walked away,
but a good friend would have listened to what i have to say.
so yes, today is the day that i will undoubtedly walk away,
because my heart cant take anymore,
so our friendship has become tore
my only option is to walk out that door.
i dont want to, but our friendship shouldnt be a chore.
i have to say goodbye.
trust me hunny, you wont die
but our friendship is dead,
because your drama sunk it to the bottom of the river like lead.
if you recall, this is what ive always said,
so now you've made your bed
now through the water, all alone you must tread.
this is what you chose,
its what all the facts show.
you had to have expected this blow,
your just lucky i wont hit low.

By: Kaity Morris
Novemeber 20, 2012

I have a crush,
I know, because when you even text me I can't help but blush,
My mind says this is bad,
And maybe it is, just a Tad.
Because soon you wont be here,
And That sure wont bring cheer,
But even though I've come to this conclusion,
I seem to have created this illusion,
Like oh well,
Only time can tell.
Its not like I've already fell.
I'm not even sure what you feel,
Or if those feelings are even real.
Tell me please,
Because when you call me ***, its kind of a tease.
Not knowing exactly what your texts mean,
Or how many girls have also seen.
I mean Your as cute as can be,
And I can guarantee not to just me.
Now the question is,
Who's do you want to be?

By: Kaity Morris
June 3,2012.

You love me, but only as a friend.
While i wish i could just pretend.
Like a game of house, at the age of six,
Where we always together, no matter the mix.
But now its different...
To a point where i don't exists
In the land of romance,
Instead ive got my head stuck in the dance.
This constant game,
But here i can tell its just not the same,
Your smile penetrates my shield,
And then maybe i think we can build,
But then i see you with her,
And think, you'll never take a detour.

By: Kaity Morris
January 25, 2012.