Take your time.
Please don't rush.
Sleep on it
if you must.
Don't decide
based on lust.
'Cause, if you do,
I'll be crushed.
So take your time
and please don't rush.

I need to know
that you stopped
and put in
some decent thought,
listed the pros
and the cons,
weighed the rights
and the wrongs.

Give this decision
thought and time
even if you don't
change your mind.
You hold my life
in your hands:
all my dreams,
all my plans.

Take your time.
Please don't rush.
Sleep on it
if you must.
Don't decide
based on lust.
'Cause, if you do,
I'll be crushed.
So take your time
and please don't rush.

I try to be the friend,
that no one ever was to me.
Maybe one day,
I'll have someone who cares as much as me.

I try to be the heart-mender,*
that no one cares to be.
Because it all ends the same,
with the heart breaking and no where to flea.

I try to be the class-clown,
that everyone adores with exceptions.
For some reason,
I was still being called a boring deception.

I try and I try to be someone I'm not,
that's the main reason for my style.
Because nobody will ever remember,
the girl with the shy smile.

Friends shouldn't be afraid
to be themselves in fear of being judged or abandoned.
Most of my friends,
I'm afraid I'm on the verge of loosing.

Either if it was a dumb mistake
or something I've done wrong; they'd make me sorry.
But I know,
I won't loose you.

I know I have a friend,
who I can be open with and be someone I am really.
I can tear off the mask,
and never press delete.

Miles apart and hours behind,
it seems like it was never meant to happen.
But we took control of our own fates,
and pushed our lives together either way.

You know I love you,
and I know you love me.
So why is it so strange to me
to finally have someone who won't judge me.

please tell me i’m beautiful
just once, in any language, and i can carry it with me
i can carry it with me in the lines of my hand
that once pushed paper with a beautiful man
conventionally beautiful.  there’s no interpretation.
you’re a mother-in-law’s dream and a teen sensation
—-
please tell me your secrets
just one of them, in any language, and i can carry it with me
i can carry it with me in the back of my mind
remembering dress shirts and forearms and nickles and dimes
i’ll guard the gate as you send me to sleep
with tall tales of the shamans, your spirit i will keep
—-
please pray for me
just a prayer, in any language, and i can carry it with me
i can carry it with me in the valves of my heart
stained with india ink and dynasty art
my christianity is calligraphed in confusion and sin
stand at my threshold.  let me color you in.
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i want you more than currency can borrow
i want you more than i want tomorrow
but not with the linen on the bed.  
only the libretto inside your head
of montana roads, memos hidden on the run,
and doorknobs shining like the sun