| Poems |
| Falling For You It was always those little things That got to me: How blue your eyes would get When you looked at me. How you couldn't schuffle cards Because your hands were too big. That tone of golden-beige That your skin was. And how you tried to sing rap songs Even though you didn't know the words. It was the simple things That made me fall for you: How my heart would race When I touched you. How your pants fit, and how They sat just right on your body. It was the passion and optimism You had for life. And this things you believed in And what you said. It was the small things That made me not help but love you: The way you pumped gas And put windsheild wiper fluid in your car. How your hair looked Right after you pulled your baseball hat off. The truth and meaningfulness In all of your words And how your hands looked. I loved your hands. Yes, it was the little things That got to me: The way you would Kiss me in the morning, The smell of the cologne That you would wear. The fact that you were So much bigger than me.... And how you stole my heart... That's what got to me the most. |
| It's up to you now, You do what you Think is best. But for the sake Of all I feel right now, Please don't turn And walk away from me. If you don't I guarentee That I will be Everything you've Ever hoped and dreamed of. Your lover, your perfection. Your beauty and hope. Look in my brown eyes And tell me if you don't see Everything you've ever Wished for. |
| Trivial Who says he was home Who says he won't Who says he can care Too bad he don't Under the blanket Next to the tree I fell under daydreaming With him next to me Who says he wouldn't Who said he tried Who says he's saying Nothing but lies My heart fell into His small, lifeless hands Who said he ever Knew how to understand I'm stained and empty I'm old and cold One night he drempt me And now my story's told Who says he was dreaming Who says he found me gone Who says he loves me He hasn't for long I'll always find a way to pass time I'll make me forget you I'm off to bed and dreaming now What more do you want me to do Who says he wasnt with me Who said I wouldnt cry Who says his whispers Were nothing but goodbyes... |