Sunday, February 21, 2010

feelings intertwined. worries melted. senses fused. love welded.

I wanna be that girl
who sneezes so cute that you have to say, "bless you"
who looks good first thing in the morning.
whose singing makes the birds and squirrels gather.
who's responsibly reckless.
who makes the teams.
who's hair blows in the wind.
who makes you stop a little.

Monday, February 8, 2010

you've got the keys to me

I do this from time to time where I can never say the things I mean. I hear the words, but all I can think, is we should be together. I'm up to my neck with work and worries and questions.

Friday, February 5, 2010

it's a sad day in Toriland

There better be a good explanation...

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Sunday, January 24, 2010

i'll pick you up, like you for i.

I don't think this is working.
Squeezing so hard my hands are hurting.
I ought to let go in the first place.
Everything that shows time is gone.
I'm outside in this cold
still looking for you.

But it's harder to hold on to your hands, than the hands of time
Don't let go.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

i can't breathe.

I'm not going to let this happen.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

according to you

Let me riddle you a ditty, it's just an itty bitty, little thing on my mind.
About a boy and a girl, trying to take on the world one kiss at a time.
Now the funny thing about, ain't a story without it, but the story is mine.
And I wish you could say, that it ended just fine.

We all want to know, how it ends.
Oh, happily ever after, wouldn't you know, wouldn't you know.
Oh, skip to the ending, who'd like to know, I'd like to know.
Author of the moment, can you tell me, do I end up, do I end up happy?

Inhale, breathe steady, exhale, like you're ready, if you're ready or not.
Just a boy and a girl trying to take on the world, and we want to get caught.
In the middle of a very happy ending, let's see what we've got, let's give it a shot.
Let's give it a shot.

We all have a story to tell.
Whether we whisper or yell.
We all have a story, of adolescence and all it's glory.
We all have a story to tell.