to me, love is admiration with a humbling effect.
you admire that person and they make you want to be better;
more positive, more outgoing, more yourself.
and you're humbled because they think the same of you
and you realize
you aren't as terrible as you thought yourself to be at one point.
and they embrace your mind before they'd embrace your body.

but there's passion beyond belief within it all, too.
every time you see him, your heart should flutter,
your cheeks should flush.
no matter how at home you feel around him
(because your soul-mate should feel like home)
there will always be the sense that they're something greater than this world
and that's what keeps you intrigued-
wanting to know every thought of their mind and every curve of their body
because you're so bewildered by their very existence
and simply the way it affects you

I messed everything up again.
I should have kept silent instead;
Should have never spoken my mind.
Never again will my trust be so blind.
Honestly thinking I could tell you anything-
The mistake of my own hopeful dreaming.

I messed everything up again.
I should have kept silent instead;
Now I am left here feeling dead,
And the gray clouds form overhead.
Please tell me that it's okay; it's going to be okay
Tell me we will talk tomorrow and again every day.

I messed everything up again.
I should have kept silent instead.
I am so sorry for anything I've done wrong
Let's forgive, forget, and move along
Look around, look around and you will see the wreckage
Which will remain til I receive your beckoning message

I know I messed everything up again.
I regret not staying silent instead.
But what you want is not what you need
You'll break down tonight and begin to bleed

Dust swirls in the moonlight
I focus as it moves from left to right
I cannot sleep some nights
I hardly dream most nights
I lie awake & wish for wings so I may take flight
With every passing hour it's sleep my body fights
Let me fall asleep so I can be alright
I am frozen in my bed tonight
It is useless for me to try even out of spite

The future scares.
Terrifies.
Horrifies.
The future sits in the shadows,
As ominous as fog covering gallows,
Remaining the great unknown
With such an undecided tone.  
Some may find delight in discussing what they believe the future to hold.
They hope typically for self-fortunes & gold.
However; there exists a group to which I belong.
One that sings a very different song.
One that does not rejoice in beseeching time
To allow us plans of our own design.
Persuasion plays no part.
The relevance belongs to the matters of the heart.
Simply put, yet believed to be true.
Do not ask me to hold in my future a place for you.
It is said, "Only time will tell,"
But what if you have missed the deciding yell?