"Where words fail, music speaks." -Hans Christian Anderson

Monday, June 27, 2011

you are.

I am-

a rocket ship of giggles.
a hopeless mess.
a sleep deprived dreamer.
a reckless thought on the wind.


I hope-

you know.
that i give enough.
that i can withstand the test of time.
that i'm worth the fight.

I wish-

for more wishes.
you could see yourself through my blue eyes.
that i could take what it is i feel and tie it up with lace.
that the world would give us some room to breath.

I see-

beautiful brown eyes holding my reflection tight.
the song inside your smile.
the dark of your hair.
something infinitely interesting.

I feel-

like a child.
like singing at the top of my lungs.
the distance when you're away.
the absence of your touch.

You are-

the smile dancing on my lips.
the thoughts sleeping in my mind.
the breath of fresh air.
my clever medicine.

You give-

my hungry heart its fuel.
my lonely hand to hold.
my troubled past it's bed.
my weary eyes the light.

You hold-

my undivided attention.
a stolen heart.
the fabric of the future.
all of everything I've ever wanted.


We taste-

the jealousy of the world.
the bitterness of hard times.
the satisfaction of knowing we are.
the sweetness of joy.

We go-

down the road less traveled.
hand in hand.
to the market for ice cream novelties.
forever and always.

We are-

effortlessly cool.
undiscovered joy.
free falling.
divine.

We need-

nobody else.
time and patience.
sugar and movies.
each other.

It's you-

I love.
I've been looking for.
who dug to the truest part of me.
and me forever.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

the fabric of the future.

we all have a future inside of us.
some of ours are long and some short.
some bathed in success and starlight.
others in darkness and greed.

she is wrapped in the velvet of our choices.
slowly unraveling the fabric of life,
revealing the answers to our questions, and eventually her naked self.

she does a delicate dance.
one of yes and no.
love and hate.
truth and lies.


treat her with patience and care.
everyday she shows you something new and unusual.
everyday unwinding the fabric of our future.


pull too hard, or press her unfairly, and the linen will only constrict her.
making things more difficult to remove and discover.
hiding all the answers you need most.

she softly sings in our minds.
telling us to take our time in all that we do.
and to never waste a moment.

she floats on our hopes and sleeps in our dreams.
always constant.
always guiding.

she teaches us patience.
leads us to learn perspective.
and hastens us to live life fully.

wrapped in the linens of our mind she smiles.
eager to show us the way.
and ready to remove all doubt.

do everything with love.
cut the ropes of regret.
always remember how life has shaped you.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

to creepy. love you.





Those of you who know me will understand this better than most.
Listen to the words.
xoxox

Saturday, June 4, 2011

bittersweet goodbyes.

There are no goodbye's, only, I'll see you laters.
Love that.

~~~

It's been a long time since I've hated a goodbye.
Trust me, they haven't gotten any easier.

Saying goodbye to someone truly puts things in perspective.
You never know how deeply woven into your life someone is, until they are gone, if even for a little while...
This is both terrible and wonderful.

Being apart from that someone you miss is torture.
But, being missed by that person you never want to be without, is bliss.

They may not be by your side, but they are defiantly on your mind.

I lay in bed teetering on the edge of dreams, wishing so desperately that sleep will take me.
All I need is a little shove.

How am I supposed to sleep while my brown eyed girl is tip toeing through my thoughts?
She is the sunlight over my head, dancing on my skin.
The smile across my face.

Give me your hand and lets jump out the window.
A kiss to build a dream on.
We can carve our initials in the bark of the sky.
Swim with me in the joy of love.
Cradle me in the sweetness of your smile.

Some can call me cheesy or overly sweet.
But in all the clichés, you will find my unwavering genuineness.
I say what I mean, and I mean what I say.


Love found me.


With love, comes time.
With time, comes patience.


Timing is everything.


Time will do it's dance and softly sing it's tick tock song.
You've been worth the wait, and all the struggles that came with it.
I can only hope you feel the same.


Anticipatin'.
Star gazin'.
Twitterpatin'.