Emo.

I,

Tori,

frigid.

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.

i can't breathe.

I'm not going to let this happen.

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.

Zesty

You're better than you think you are

and I know you will go so far

You have such possibility

your masterpiece, dancing inside me.

Gone crazy, won't be home soon,

I'm singing songs to the moon.

My new pet butterflies swirl

and dancing on the edge I twirl.

Your faraway controlled expression,

leaves me haunted with obsession,

Your honest eyes,

they search me as I realize,

they won't admire what I fake,

but you keep my heart awake.

new pet butterflies.

Tear away my fall-back option.
Take away the safety net below me.
I'm taking my chances as I go,
because life is more than just survival.
Love is what sets me free,
now just a little faith is all I need.

I'm not good enough, because I'm too good.
I have a confession.

Cages or wings?

Why do we play with fire?
Why do we run our fingers through the flame?
Why do we leave our hand on the stove, although we know it'll cause some pain?
Why do we refuse to hang a light when the streets are dangerous?
Why does it take an accident before the truth gets through to us?

Why should we blaze a trail when the well-worn path seems safe and
so inviting?

Why do we stay with lovers who we know, down deep, just aren't right?
Why would we rather put ourselves through hell, than sleep alone at night?

Fear or love?
Don't say the answer.
Actions speak louder than words.