I'm just a girl

And we know it's never simple, never easy

never a clean break, no one here to save me

your the only thing I know like the back of my hand

And I can't breathe.


It's true, sometimes your best friend can be your worst enemy.

change

something is changing, i can smell it in the air;
everything is changing and i can taste it in your kiss.

Oh, how He loves us

And he is jealous for me. Loves like a hurricane. I am a tree
Bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy
When all of a sudden I am unaware of these afflictions
Eclipsed by glory and I realize just how beautiful You are
and how great your afflictions are for me

Just clearing my head

I'm overwhelmed; with everything. I'm spinning, but I'm not dancing, I'd be more graceful if I was My head is filled with little snipets of every aspect of my life that don't really matter anyways. the wonders of last night, the day that is now behind me the night that is to come the things I'm proud to say I accomplished today: another application, a phone call or two, a clean room. the people I interacted with: bailey giving me her little ballet hugs, sleepy kisses, a mommy sleeping in the sun, a friend in france. I don't like to think that no matter how productive I am today, I have so much more to come. Thank you for all of it, for all of you that you surround me with. for the warm day you used to tease me of summer for the genuine smile that you gave me today for the best friend that listens to me dazzle on and on for the laughter than makes us strangers, friends for the little girl who just wants me to play with her for my parents that I don't quite understand right now for the caring touch from the boy I love and for the soft bed that you lay me down in everynight Though I may be overwhelmed with what I do not know, I will not forget to thank you for it all

I need wings

Your the only thing I know like the back of my hand
And I can't breathe without you, but I have to
because I don't know who you are anymore.

take over me

I want to set the world on fire,
until it's burning bright for you
It's everything that I desire
can I be the one you use?






You are strong enough to take my dreams and give them wings. I want to tell the broken there is healing. I want to tell the confused there's a straight path and tell them that with You, there's nothing they can't do. My hands, my feet-just use me

If walls could talk

When she first moved in I was pink. I was a playful shade of pink that was marked with the pattern of sponge pores. An outdated green carpet layed on the floor she walked on; limiting her to my small space. Everynight she fell asleep covered by a floral quilt to keep her warm. A nightstand promptly stood to the left of her bed, close enough to her so her fingertips could sweep the alarmclock that she barely ever used. Her daddy woke her up every morning. Even though he would get frustrated trying to pull her out of bed, he unfailingly woke her, everyday. The alarm clock sat on a white lacy cloth-that was her mother trying to dress up the cheap nightstand. Her most prized beanie baby bear watched over her day in and day out as he lived on the nightstand too. A dark wooden dresser took up most of the room. The dresser used to belong to the mother of her best friend but now was squeezed into the grove of the small room. I would watch her sit on top of that dresser, scribbling lyrics of avril lavigne and hilary duff in washable marker all over the mirror. A first communion plaque and a little house of wobbles lived on opposite selves the dresser supported. Sleepovers and make-up parties were held weekend after weekend and as the days went by I slowly began to change.