Why?

Beyond the boundaries of your city's lights,
Stand the heroes waiting for your cries.
So many times you did not bring this on yourself,
When that moment finally comes,
I'll be there to help.

On that day when you need your brothers and sisters to care,
I'll be right here.
Citizen soldiers holding the light for the ones that we guide from the dark of despair.
Standing on guard for the ones that we sheltered,
We'll always be ready because we will always be there.

When there are people crying in the streets,
When they're starving for a meal to eat,
When they simply need a place to make their beds,
Right here underneath my wing,
You can rest your head.

On that day when you need your brothers and sisters to care,
I'll be right here!
Citizen soldiers holding the light for the ones that we guide from the dark of despair.
Standing on guard for the ones that we sheltered,
We'll always be ready because we will always be there...

There... there... there...

Hope and pray that you'll never need me,
But rest assured I will not let you down.
I'll walk beside you but you may not see me,
The strongest among you may not wear a crown.

guitar lessons

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if I were a fruit I wouldn't be in season

boys.
beauty.
destructive.

Doesn't it seem like when guys find something absolutely beautiful,
they, with immense pleasure, proceed to destroy it in the most uncreative ways possible?

EH.
Irritation.

Confused without you.

Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you. Confused without you.

Nanonanonanonanonanonanonanonanonano.

i just can't sing it loud enough.
It's not enough to say that I miss you.

Nothing's enough.

I wrestled with my sheets, tossing and turning back and forth for a good four hours. I got up and paced my room, turned on the radio and cursed the night sky. The moon smiled back at me, mocking my attempts at anger. I needed him so bad. I needed his safe arms around me and then I’d fall right asleep.

~~~

I felt someone tugging me away from him. Pulling me upwards. “No!” My scream echoed through the valley but he ignored me. Or maybe he couldn’t hear me. His face blured, grew distant and then my eyes fluttered open. All I saw was the musty beige-to-white ceiling of my bedroom. There was a knock on my door. “Heather?”

the voice running through my head

"No, really, you have an amazing voice."

"No, really, you have an amazing voice."

"You should try. You'd do really good."
"You're such a good person, and all good people try out. ;)"

"No, really, you have an amazing voice."

Crocodiles

Mutilated,
shaking,
Could you be a little more perfect
for just a moment?

Unsuspecting, unpredictable, unfair.
But I was warned.
So there's no more laughing at that.

What will hurt more?