imperfection

is beauty

hey, number one

you've got a beautiful heart

and that right there

is what i've tried telling you many a time, before

that right there
is what i saw in you six months ago
that right there
is what trumps all the "flaws" in your past
that right there 

is what will always separate you

 from all of them
-

you warm my heart

take a good look

will you look at me?

take a good look at me

and tell me exactly who it is I am

sayonara

 

i'm a goddamn fool,

but then, so again are you

blindsided

it's not the world that's got me spinning

thanks for that surprise blindside..

hopeless

it's a hopeless cause

trying to find the ground

with my head up in the clouds

long night

all throughout the night

we talked

every hour you woke me

so we could simply talk together in my sleep

hi, let's hang out at my place

you tell me

dare

i dare you.

to let me be 

your one & only

letter

this morning i received your letter

* :D

shuffle

my shuffle seems to be broken,

every time i turn it on

this is the song it always flips to first

*sigh

i've got

the heart and spirit of a

blue foundation

ricochet

there's various ways the path of truth can bury us

too many variables, too much chit-chat

too much of this and that

too much zig-zag, yin yang, yak yak

voices ricochet, our conversation disappears

words in the distance, like birds inside my head

birds on my arm

today

red lace :

repeat

the death of me

1. turning over and over in my mind the same thought in different light 

2. looking at the silhouette of you, brings that big goofy grin on my face, followed by the sneaky tears

3. listening to the lovely Adele's, lovelorn music 

4. tossing and turning all night, every night

5. different faces, asking the same question of me

be careful what you wish for, when you're young

i signed a deal with the devil and he took my soul

but i was only looking for the treasure in the dark

love more

good grief

sometimes you (always) look so good 
it hurts

that exaggerated upper lip..
*pang

there are no words to accurately paint a picture

of what a man with tattoos across his chest

does to a girl's pulse, 

*sigh*

underneath the lights

to set the scene

the lights were stars

the music was everyone's favorite

the time to dance arose

in the dress they loved

i looked to you

your hair was cut

your hand, full with another

she

would drop (her) very world

at the beckon of whom she admires

not as young as we used to be,

it's time for the passion inside me to be rekindled 

where words fail, a picture speaks

what's going on in my head