Love of mine some day you will die But I'll be close behindI'll follow you into the dark No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white Just our hands clasped so tight Waiting for the hint of a spark If Heaven and Hell decide That they both are satisfied Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs If there's no one beside you When your soul embarks Then I'll follow you into the dark In Catholic school as vicious as Roman ruleI got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black And I held my tongue as she told me "Son fear is the heart of love" So I never went back You and me have seen everything to seeFrom Bangkok to Calgary And the soles of your shoes are all worn down The time for sleep is now It's nothing to cry aboutCause we'll hold each other soon The blackest of rooms
Monday, February 26, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
kinda sorta it's ok
I couldn’t let you see my crying eyes
but I wanted so bad to run to you
How could you find someone in just so little time
We said we’d be friends maybe one day
give us one more try
I can’t understand,
it happened so fast Six months have passed
Now suddenly it's all back
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
decisions
There are certain people you just keep coming back to She is right in front of you You begin to wonder could you find a better one Compared to her now she's in question And all at once the crowd begins to sing Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same Maybe you want her maybe you need her maybe you started to compare to someone not there Looking for the right one you line up the world to find Where no questions cross your mind But she won't keep on waiting for you without a doubt Much longer for you to sort it out And all at once the crowd begins to sing Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same Maybe you want her maybe you need her Maybe you started to compare to someone not there Maybe you want it maybe you need it, Maybe it's all you're running from, Perfection will not come
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Monday, February 19, 2007
livelovelaugh
distinction
lets's face it ; we've changed. we've all changedsomewhere between summer ending & schoolstarting. we've all gone in our own directions, heartshave been broken ; friendships diminished ; new lovesstarted & new people came into our lives. we nolonger spend all our time together in our circle of friends& we no longer talk for hours about nothing at all. we'veall changed. some for the better, others for the worse.but in the end, we'll always have the memories that wehad once shared together & the laughs that will never go away& in some way we will always be connected and come together
Sunday, February 4, 2007
it's sucha shame
I am dialing your number. I am pressing the buttons like salesmen pinch your pockets and squeeze their respect down to nothing. I can't blame them because I am also trying to sell you something, but with me, there are no vulgar catches or billboards with fancy, flashy letters expressing ideas like "Free", while under my breath I am not snickering and I'm not hoping that you catch on. There's something different about you. You did catch on, knowing very well what you were getting yourself into and all I want to know now is why you did it. You are right: you are wrapped around my finger and I hope you like it there because I love to see your smile when I raise my hand up in a quieting motion so that my lips can touch yours in peace. You mustn't utter a sound during the reaction in which you placed me. The salesmen have called and left before I could answer and I hope it's not the same with you. Was it you or me who called the other? Either way, one of us answered and the officials are on our side. That "No Loitering" sign is looking pretty desolate since I left it when you entered the room. The door is always open for you and tonight the stars are out twice as long.
The numbers I've recently pressed are circling through the airwaves now, and I am anxiously awaiting for you to greet me on the other end. Each time I hear the pulse my spine gets nervous and faints and I have to become a horizontal girl instead because I am incredibly in love with you.
Pulse, pulse, pulse.