you see I'm so invested in this
but you, your not so sure
and even though i will ALWAYS love you
we do not know if you will too.

My love=for you was not chosen
you just dropped a bomb, cracked some eggs(as they say)
and even though you should back off
you're the one, and you don't even know it.

"come down the country with me tomorrow,
we can drive for hours and only hear the open road"
his hat on his head, the only hat he had.

"come down the country with me tomorrow,
ill show ye the land and tell you stories unknown"
his shoulders shrugging, the way they always do.

I promised myself
"I will get there next year!",
With the people I trust though. Not the ones from the crowd.

we will save together,
and re-watch the history,
and plan every outfit, every detail to a tee.

we will travel together, laugh together
and come across unforgettable moments together.
But nothing will be planned once we step in the gates

to realise we are ready.
being Graduated and Free

I think every night of you, my sweet
the one we'll always remember,
you will never know, what you have proved
and to you i am so grateful.

the high degree day, is what i think of,
the day we heard you had left us.
but not behind. You left to save another
some one needed your smile, your giggle.

though i did not know your favourite film or favourite colour,
your smile impacted my day,
and well, if i believe in that smile
I believe we could have been close.

So don't worry my dear, when i think of you, i shall smile.
just like we did when we passed each other during our days.
you are One of a Kind and you left your mark
And for that daily smile, my sweet. I am grateful.

My hands allowed this head to hang back,
and her arms were of an awakened soul.
Sun rays haloed her body,
and so it felt Ceremonial.

She looked to me, though still, leading the way.
she'd gone, changed the day and changed her time.
so, as we prepared to walk the line
we held each other and closed our eyes.

T'as raison,
Sur les saisons.
Le printemps est à l'extérieur.
Mais l'automne est dans mon coeur.

I saw you once across the street,
And all I did was stare.
For seconds after seeing you,
I realised you weren't really there.

Today I got the urge to stand out in the pouring rain.
In the hope that maybe,
It might wash away the pain.
Wash away my sadness,
Wash away my fears,
And besides...in the pouring rain,
No one can see your tears.

there's a glass jar around a heart
with titanium tubes feeding into the aorta
It's on a display in a museum
it's art
it's art
the blood looks sort of like
strawberry cream