Im sure this is just a fairytale
When I'm alone, I feel like a princess
Just thinking about you

I love the way you hold me tight
With something of you holding anything of me
It just feels right

So what am i gonna do
Six months down the road
When laughs become silent conversations
And smiles become tears
And a girl in love starts her new life

Waiting
Always waiting and I'm not sure why. Times would be better if I would just try.
I keep to myself waiting on you,
Waiting to see if you make the first move.
Waiting to see if things will change
Waiting to see if I can break from this pain.
Spend all day waiting and what did I do. Nothing at all except wait on you.
It's time to stop waiting and make the first move.  It's time to find my own personal grove.
Time to get going, time to be brave.
Time to show you all I am not afraid.
My time is now, I hope you all see it's time to stop waiting and be brave

I wish I could remember the first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me;
If bright or dim the season, it might be
Summer or winter for aught I can say.
So unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was I to see and to foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom yet for many a May.
If only I could recollect it! Such
A day of days! I let it come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow.
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much!
If only now I could recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand! - Did one but know!

A misty day,
On the way
We used to walk along
On sunny days,
This mist smells
Candy sweet
Like your wrist.
Then, I see someone
In the mist.
Try to catch up,
But soon,
She’s gone with scent.

My boy...
You were going to grow up strong
in the dust of the village;
you'd nurture the weak wherever they'd lie forlorn;
you'd make life, in your love's belly,
in the soil,
in the lined smiles and creasing eyes
of young through old.
You'd ***** the land, modest, humble;
seeing the light of life for what it is,
taking & giving.
Sometimes you have to take- but you always give.
Life is unfair, but you would've broken your back
heaving the scales into balance...
Except you never will, my boy,
my blood, my name,
pale and silent,
uncoiling from your mother.
I held you in my arms, feeling in them the exhaustion, the gift of fathers, mothers, uncles, brothers, sisters, sons, daughters...
In your death I realised your not-life,
my boy. My love. My son.

Utopian visions
Idea collisions
Thought revisions
Change decisions

Impossible possibilities
Nonsensical sensibilities
Impractical practicalities
AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE