tell me
    in  every  trial
  we'll  always   get    through
           make    me      believe
                     that     forever      is        true

  to leave  me
       you   will   never    do
     tell    me,
            until      the      end,
                   my      love,
                           it's      me      and        you

tell me
    what  our   love  can   do
                tell     me
         that    red    can      be         blue

tell me
     you  love    me
    tell   me
          you   care
         tell  me  when  i    need     you
             you    will     always     be       there
                   tell   me  
                         to      kiss       you
                             so     we        can        both          fly

                       ­            tell      me,

                                           my           love,

                                                    *the  ­           most            beautiful              lie.

the word ' we '

frightens me

its difficult when

'you'  in the 'we' leaves

its difficult to be

'me' again . . .

Why do they call crushes crush?

I walk by you and start to blush

You smile at me and I think I died inside

I realize you smiled at her and I start to cry

Meaning of crush is they crush your heart

They mess with your feelings, tear you apart

Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
'I'll do a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use,
2B or not 2B?'

be true to the deception of lies (recognize lies)
some never see them, they refuse to analyze
be mostly unfoolish (never overtly wise)
always brew your own personal brand of bliss
sell yourself to love (for the price of a kiss)
careful whom you choose (whom you dismiss)

try to watch everything (attempt to overlook nothing)
listen to your whole environment (at all times, always)
listen intently to others (you'll hear yourself there)
know that reality was yesterday (tomorrow's a dream)
tomorrow's a dream that does not have to come true

know too, you make the dreams real (one by one)

I've heard of a place where it only rains
Between the dawns and dusks
So lilac, red, and orange hues
Can stream across the sky.

I know of a place where the thunderstorms
Are hushed and far away
So children can be lulled to dream
Of lions--placid, calm.

I've been to a place where there are no floods,
No torrents, and no hail,
Where lovers sit in the drizzle-falls
And dream in the pleasant chill.

I live in a place where the rain is sweet
And the river gently rolls
Where wind's eternal lazy glide
Turns fields to wide jade seas.

I'll rest in a place where the rain is light
And bluebirds greet the sun,
And the days that passed my windowsill
I'll see yet from my tomb.

Bells of gray crystal
Break on each bough--
The swans' breath will mist all
The cold airs now.
Like tall pagodas
Two people go,
Trail their long codas
Of talk through the snow.
Lonely are these
And lonely and I ....
The clouds, gray Chinese geese
Sleek through the sky.