baby when you're gone

Yet another meaningless week, another fallen star, another forlorn face.

In my dreams i'm searching, always searching.
For something i can never seem to find.
Some meaning, some faith - a reason to get through, day after day.
Until now i never got lost, because you were there.

But these days that you're not around, i feel so much more alone than i've ever been.

What if you get off at the next stop

Would you just wave as I'm drifting off

And if I never saw you again

Could I keep all of this inside

little superhero girl

this is all wrong.
i didnt envision it to be like this.
in my head, it was so much more perfect.

you and i,
so much more perfect.

words unspoken

Sorry wasnt good enough

A song without meter and rhyme

A long forgotten promise i recalled i made to you

A candle flame dies in the wind

It looks like it's about to rain, about to rain.

Spirals from your cigarette

Your sweet cologne on my pillow

Messages you left me still sing like some lullaby

Pretty pictures on the wall

Hopes in us will rise and fall, rise and fall.

And in the rain

In summer days too

When the willow tree weeps too

Under the street light so bright

I'll remember you everyday.

The plane leaves in an hour's time

Hold me till our last goodbye

Silence is the only sound

No words can speak it through

I'll breathe your breath for one last time

You'll be strong and so will i, so will i.

And in the rain

In summer days too

When the willow tree weeps too

Under the street light so bright

I'll remember you, everyday.

Baby, there's something about you.

love is a funny thing.
it really is.

it's oddly amazing how a person can make you feel so complete
just by holding your hand.
how strange that something as effortless as a hug
creates a flutter in your heart.

yet that same person,
without having to say a word,
can break your fragile heart.

love is a funny thing, it is.

it's a warm and fuzzy feeling inside.
blessed, delight, content-

yet love hurts, they say.
dejection, betrayal, forlorn.

so how will it go down?
-just like that,
love is a queer thing.

(okay mel this entry is for you, well, not FOR you. but for you to read. i know you like arty farty, so i tried to make this as artyfarty as i could without sounding like a moron. but i bet i do. ha ha.)

I'd rather have bad times with you, than good times with someone else
I'd rather be beside you in a storm, than safe and warm by myself
I'd rather have hard times together, than to have it easy apart
I'd rather have the one who holds my heart.

and that's how i love you j.