If his mashed potatoes taste better at my table then maybe he'll stay.
Yeah, you love his voice. How could you not? This whole circle of girls should know that I hear that beautiful voice every other day.
Sometimes, right next to me.
Every once in a while, arm-in-arm down halls and auditoriums. And you know what?
It never gets old.
In fact, it gets better every time. His voice could sculpt the roughest stone. After February 12th, he's all yours. Until then, I hope you can let me enjoy him in peace.
Everyone I talk to says he's trouble.
I guess I like trouble.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
New Blue Moon
I did it. Can you believe this? :)
That was definitely not in my zomfort cone.
I'm running away from my shadow, out of all these shades of blue, into a fiery red.
You light the fire that I burn in.
That was definitely not in my zomfort cone.
I'm running away from my shadow, out of all these shades of blue, into a fiery red.
You light the fire that I burn in.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
I know now, you're just in the way of me and my dream come true.
Why do you scare me so badly? I can't even stand in the same hall with you. These new kicks aren't helping anything. You make me crazy. Can't even stand it. I've made up my mind. Almost. I don't know what to do. You frighten me so incredibly. I hate it. I wish I could forget about it. But I can't.
I just need to breathe. Just breathe.
Where are you?
I'm a little kid lost at the zoo. Held the wrong hand for too long. Looked up and realized I wasn't where I wanted to be.
I just need to breathe. Just breathe.
Where are you?
I'm a little kid lost at the zoo. Held the wrong hand for too long. Looked up and realized I wasn't where I wanted to be.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Dale Cobsy
Thank you Tina.
For being my friend. For writing a song with me. For eating French Toast with me. For loving David Archuleta with me. For taking me to Ella's house. For leaving your icecream wrapper on my seat. For locking me in the bathroom. For telling me to put the slurpee cup's "wherever's best". For praying with me. For being bizare enough to handle me. For letting me in. For stealing sweats. For listening. For telling your silly stories. For crying in front of me. For not sliding of off the road.
:)
Thank you Tina.
For being my friend. For writing a song with me. For eating French Toast with me. For loving David Archuleta with me. For taking me to Ella's house. For leaving your icecream wrapper on my seat. For locking me in the bathroom. For telling me to put the slurpee cup's "wherever's best". For praying with me. For being bizare enough to handle me. For letting me in. For stealing sweats. For listening. For telling your silly stories. For crying in front of me. For not sliding of off the road.
:)
Thank you Tina.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Ouch.
you didn't call.
you could've called just to say no.
or to say some other time.
or to say you wouldn't be calling.
but you just didn't call at all.
i'm a little disenchanted with you.
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