There is something with the way he looks at me.
It’s like he’s saying-

"Hey, you have dirt on your face.
Your lipstick is awkwardly traced on your lips.
Your dress highlights the layers on your tummy.
And it is no question that your hair is not having the time of its life.
But I wont judge you for those.
I wont judge you for the mess that you are and for the messier that you’ll be.
So yes, I’m hoping that you can also fall in love with me."

If you think of me in the spring,
think of dogwood petals
in my hair, greener grass
and new beginnings.

If the summer solstice
finds you walking alone
in the garden of the moon,
remember that I'm somewhere
walking alone, too.

If you sing of me,
sing in the fall
in blue flannel and jeans
like the saddest song of all.

And if I pretend to die,
and you pretend to weep,
I promise to do it in the winter
when there are no flowers
to send in your pretended grief.

Not enough words are ever told.
We just think she's aware.
Simply because to others she's known as your woman.

Look her in the eyes.
Tell her, she's wonderful.
Look her in the eyes.
Tell her, she's beautiful.

Look her in the eyes.
And tell tell her, you love her.
Then watch that smile gleam.
Watch her eyes beam.

Look her in the eyes.
Tell her, she's a living dream.
To you, she's everything.
More than that she's your appointed Queen.

And watch what you receive in return?
Loving arms surrounding you.
Sweet tender lips kissing you.
A woman with high regards of love only for you.

Be that man she loves dearly.
Be that man she protects like you do her fearlessly.

Just look her in the eyes and speak.

We're a sad starving bunch

of stupid teenagers

sipping from the sky

an occasional rain drop.

We're a sad starving bunch

of secret-keeping teenagers

shrieking to the sky

the phantom growing pains and all too real slowness of our sappy lives.

We're a sad starving bunch

of sanguinary teenagers

shooting our brains toward the sky

attempting to sacrifice ourselves for something more serene.

If only there could have been
some type of an in-between
That could take me for awhile
to a world that I've never seen

It's not that I want to come
It's just I don't want to go
It's not that I want a high
It's just I don't want a low

I don't want myself without
But I don't want myself within
I don't want to commit to good
But I don't want to commit to sin 

It's not that I want to win
It's just I don't want to lose
It's not that I want a mystery
It's just I don't want the clues

I don't want to say hello 
But I don't want to say goodbye
I don't want myself to live
But I don't want myself to die

If only there could have been
some type of an in-between
That could take me for awhile
to a world that I've never seen

©

When tomorrow starts without me
And no longer do I see
If the sun should rise
Then find your eyes are
Filled with tears for me
Do not let your heart be troubled
Nor be filled with dismay
While thinking of the many things
We didn't get to say

For I know how much you love me
As much as I love you
I only hope you realise
How much I'll miss you too

When tomorrow starts without me
Don't think we're far apart
As that's not true
I'm still right there
Next to your beating heart

I promise I haven't left you
It's just a journey that's begun
Life holds so many facets
The earth is only one

Just think of me as resting
From all suffering pain and fears
In a place of warmth and comfort
Where there are no days or years

When tomorrow starts without me
Smile for me ~just look above
Have faith ~for I'm in heaven
Surrounded by gods love

I want to tell him
that I’m scared,
that I’ve been here before.
And that the last time I felt potential like this it imploded;
I imploded.
But I don’t want to taint it,
You see I’m still hopeful
That maybe this time
Won’t end up laced with maybes,
Or what ifs,
Or open wounds pouring blood onto paper.
That maybe this time,
just won’t end.

I’ve not quite worked out whether I think it’s beautiful,
Or stupid -
The human capacity,
And pliancy,
And longing,
For love.