I was once just a girl who thought I loved you.
Now I'm a woman who knows the difference between love and convenience.
     Between high school and the real world

my dreams,
are my thoughts.
just simplified into one picture.
although i use the word "simplified"
they are not what a person would call simple.
everything from broken hearts,
to endless tears,
to homeless children,
to hovercrafts that fill the blue sky.
secretly hurting?
feeling lucky?
futuristic?
i'm not always sure what they tell me,
but they do help me organize my thoughts,
so in the end,
i thank my dreams.
they tell me things that i could not begin,
to explain myself

please tell you need me
even if it's a lie.

tell me your adore my personality
although I can be shy.

tell you'll be there
until the day I die.

tell me you believe in love at first sight
because you had me at "hi".

i could kiss you for hours
the taste of your lips
i can not resist