Firm but loving the fingers curl
Protecting her from the cruel world
But soon they'll open and her wings will spread
And she'll soar quickly into the days ahead
But the loving hands will always be
There to hold, for the asking.

You leave everything behind.
your possesions, your loves, your hates
the dent you've made in your own bed.
everything must miss you, but you must not miss everything

a successful disapearence.

Obscure thoughts of an autumn just sung
but all the seasons are now blurred into one

just like the stamp covering the face
a polaroid picture is now taking your place

She never even noticed
that in her laughter

the world had started slipping.

And in all earnest
pink polish can cover the grit under her nails
but can't obstruct her demeanor that falls lower.
To abhor something more then the dirt it leaves on your skin
is quite a feat in her eyes.

One word
Is two words
Which is three words
Put together in four words
Said in less than five words
Sometimes it means more than six words
But always is summed up in one word:
Love.

Truth is i don't really think people can change. I mean at the end of the day you are who you are and it's probably who you've always been.

Love is a language spoken by everyone, but understood only by a heart

Love is stupid, but we don't love with our brains now do we?