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.

the night before my life goes on

The are some songs out there that I don't understand
but I love anyways

I don't want to live out a lie
but it's difficult when I can't determine what's true

you rain into my soul

I don't give enough credit to my heart
After dancing around in circles
its nice to know that you are every thing I'm looking for

In the bitterness of the winter
you come between me
you consume and you fill me

I'm caught in the center of your mystery
I'm screaming a sweet surrender
take it heavy on me-I won't weigh you down

daisies and roses

answers in unison
dreams about the future
she understands me, and I, her
they get mad
together we walk on eggshells


jumping off swings
discussing daydreams.

the language of life

I don't know if I should trust where my tip toes lead
I have a fear of falling
I wonder why we bother with love,
if it never lasts.

this is the way

I can't explain the way he makes me feel; everytime I try to that feeling fills the air, the feeling that I'm rambling on to myself, I lost them a while ago. I try to pour some of the love I'm filled with onto them, and they don't want any of it. I'm just an embarassment; no one has the heart to tell the young and the innocent that things will change, that she's living in a dream that will shortly be interrupted. It doesn't matter though, I can see it in their eyes what their trying to say, and I'm not listening to any of it. I will stay this way forever, free; free and filled with joy. I smile, and they wonder what I'm smiling at, I laugh hysterically and you just can't help but to laugh with me, because that's all you want. All you want is to enjoy everything you have, and you know, that that's all I want too. Ask and you shall receive; He will fill you with an overwhelming amount of joy. I am exactly who I want to be, and he is everything I dreamed he would be. I have nothing to lose because He is there to catch me, and I am thankful for the tight grasp he has on me.

l o v e

–noun
1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.
3. sexual passion or desire.
4. a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.
5. (used in direct address as a term of endearment, affection, or the like): Would you like to see a movie, love?
6. a love affair; an intensely amorous incident; amour.
7. sexual intercourse; copulation.
8. ( initial capital letter ) a personification of sexual affection, as Eros or Cupid.
9. affectionate concern for the well-being of others: the love of one's neighbor.
10. strong predilection, enthusiasm, or liking for anything: her love of books.
11. the object or thing so liked: The theater was her great love.
12. the benevolent affection of god for His creatures, or the reverent affection due from them to God.
13. Chiefly Tennis . a score of zero; nothing.
14. a word formerly used in communications to represent the letter L.

–verb (used with object)
15. to have love or affection for: All her pupils love her.
16. to have a profoundly tender, passionate affection for (another person).
17. to have a strong liking for; take great pleasure in: to love music.
18. to need or require; benefit greatly from: Plants love sunlight.
19. to embrace and kiss (someone), as a lover.
20. to have sexual intercourse with.

–verb (used without object)
21. to have love or affection for another person; be in love. —Verb phrase
22. love up, to hug and cuddle: She loves him up every chance she gets. —Idioms
23. for love,
a. out of affection or liking; for pleasure.
b. without compensation; gratuitously: He took care of the poor for love.
24. for the love of, in consideration of; for the sake of: For the love of mercy, stop that noise.
25. in love, infused with or feeling deep affection or passion: a youth always in love.
26. in love with, feeling deep affection or passion for (a person, idea, occupation, etc.); enamored of: in love with the girl next door; in love with one's work.
27. make love,
a. to embrace and kiss as lovers.
b. to engage in sexual activity.
28. no love lost, dislike; animosity: There was no love lost between the two brothers.

so many meanings;

She'll keep waiting

I painted a picture once, but I can't seem to remember what it looks like. I used to love to paint; I used to love you too. The colors have been replaced with words, and your sweet ways override everything I thought I was. I have buried myself. They've tried to dig me out, but your the only one I trust to do so.

no matter where you are

It's not easy saying this to you
It's the hardest thing I've ever had to do
But before you go
I want you to know
I wish you strength, when times are hard
I wish with all my heart you find just what you're looking for
I wish you joy
I wish you peace
I wish that every star you sees within your reach

love will tear us apart

I've never seen anything so sad. I run down our narrow hallway, quickly, anxious to get to my room. I shut the door swiftly behind me, I can't let them see me cry, not over something like this. The tears were trickling down my cheeks, slowly, one by one and I was hoping they couldn't see me through the darkness of the room. But now, now the tears pour out, and I don't hold them back like I previously did. It amazes me that something so simple, something I love so much can fill me this much, can give me this much feeling. It reminds me of you, and how I was never afraid of my emotions. I am now though.

please remember

the time was yours and mine
and we were wild and free
not a dream was out of reach
under a lover's sky
I'm gonna be with you
nothing short of God above
could turn me away from your love
let the stars stand
and witness it all

exposed

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watch it.

as told by gramp

The sound of my parents voices drifted through our tiny little house, upstairs, and into the bedroom in which my brother and I were trying to sleep. On certain nights (this night being one of them) my father would stay up late to play cards and enjoy the company of my mother. My guess is that they were in the middle of their second hand when my mother announced, that she smelled something funny. My father replied to her rediculousness with, "Oh Lily, you are always smelling something funny!" As they continued on playing, it wasn't long before my mother yet again insisted by saying, "Jack, I smell something!" The high pitched sound of my fathers chair screetching across the floor filled the house, as he got up, without a word to reassure my mother that there was nothing to be concerned about. Unfailingly, my mother was right. My father neared our basement door just as the smoke began rushing in underneath. The door handle felt hot, but he swung open the door just to reassure himself that there was indeed a fire. By this point my mother was already up out of her chair yelling in her stern voice that we were all used to for us to get out of the house, yelling that there was a fire. It wasn't that late, so naturally none of use were asleep anyways. We all jumped up, and although I could hear my sister screming from the other room I bolted down the stairs and out of the house. I knew what to do, and even under these circumstance I was thrilled. I ran towards the end of our street, where the fire alarm post sat and waited patiently for a neighborhood emergency. I pulled up the plastic case and yanked at the red handle. No sooner did it take for the sirens to sound off than it took for the firetrucks to arrive at our house. I stood there watching, the only one who seemed to be able to just stand there and watch. I looked over at my family standing together across the street, my parents trying to calm down my sister. As I walked closer towards them I saw my sister run up to a firefighter, still in tears. After a little while of him trying to figure out exactly what it was that she was saying, I heard him say back in between his laughs, "Don't worry hunny, your cat was the first one out of this house, she's safe."
Not too long after this mess began, my older sister, Vinny, came home from the movies to find that our house was the house consuming our little town with all this smoke.

Can you imagine coming home to find that your house was just on fire?

she grew up slow

this is new to me,
your administering ways

drive with me on an open highway
never knowing what we'll find


"In the depths of every heart, there is a tomb and a dungeon, though the lights, the music, and revelry above may cause us to forget their existence, and the buried ones, or prisoners whom they hide. But sometimes, and oftenest at midnight, those dark receptacles are flung wide open. In an hour like this, when the mind has a passive sensibility, but no active strength; when the imagination is a mirror, imparting vividness to all ideas, without the power of selecting or controlling them; then pray that your griefs may slumber, and the brotherhood of remorse not break their chain." Nathaniel Hawthorne

she didn't find you by looking for love
so you better figure out a better way to lose her