I can hear my wrist watch beating in my head like a constant reminder of you- tick, tick, tick, tick. And  I'm not complaining but it would nice to know if you think of me too. My room is silent again - the kind of silence that you can hear, I'm not sure if its true but in hoping you think of me too. It's the middle of the night and I lay awake writing- I'm not trying to be rude, but am I the only one fighting? Don't get me wrong, I'm not in a hurry, I'd wait five hundred years if Iknew not to worry- that one day- you will or won't, be mine.

No feeling can compare
Nothing between besides air
Friendless colors drift around
Designed to be heavenbound
In a world of one's own
Clear ears for a headphone

I went fishing last evening and a girl caught feelings
I decided not to through her away,
so I threw her in my cooler and hopped in my truck
I left my pole when i drove away.

Like Clockwork..
you're predictable.

**It's Timeless.

Glass shatters,
startling the mind of
an elusive dream;
there is little in this world
that comes easy for you,
but that means nothing
when you succeed.

The time has come for you to venture out;
independence is a silent killer,
lurking through the never ending days.
I know what you fear most is yourself.

The unpleasant truth is
you’re the only one who can get you through these days;
you’re so much stronger
than you realize.

Fancy seeing you here. You’re very pretty.
Beautiful, big bright eyes.
Where’ve you been hiding?

I love the way you stare back at me,
I get that a lot you know.
Do you fancy getting together?

No? What a pity. I thought we had something.
I’d best be going
then. Maybe some other time.

Fancy seeing you here. You’re very pretty.

you slept on the inside of the bed
I on the outside
you were cooler
I was calmer
and we talked of everything
but of course - mostly - nothing
you left early in the morning
I slept while you readied

you eskimo kissed my nose
to say you were leaving
and leaving me there
and before my smile reached both ears
you reached the door and were gone
but still there in my head
heading toward my heart

It’s strange that when I first met you,
Our planets rotated in opposite directions
Really, I hardly knew your name.
You were the girl with the turtle backpack.
You were that girl in my theatre class.
Funny, that I had absolutely no clue,
In the very near future you would become
The person that I share everything with.

I laugh when I look back and remember,
We first bonded over a television and a couch.
We soon became “brain twins”
(And let’s be real, we definitely are,)
And I still love our little brain-touch
That we do when we have the same thoughts.

You are truly my best friend,
I hope you know that and always do.
I’m always here for you.
No matter if it means
Going home for a while,
Watching Peter Pan in silence,
Or breaking pickle jars.

I want to take this time to thank you,
For breaking through my shell.
For all the long conversations where
We have shared so much about ourselves.
For always being by my side
And for being completely honest
No matter how much it hurts.

Thank you so much for being the friend
That I always hoped I could have.
Your friendship means the world to me,
And I know it’s something we will always share.

Running away is a funny thing.
It’s looked at as a sign of weakness,
Almost a breaking point,
That only approaches
The weak and feeble.

What if the weak and feeble
Are the ones who always stay?
The people who spend their entire lives
Locked up in the same place.
Trapped in this place that is either
Paradise or prison,
Depending whose eyes you are behind.

What if running away only happens
To those of us who are brave?
Those of us who are not scared to defy
Everything we have had drilled into our brains.
Not afraid to leave everything behind
And start completely anew?

Running away
Maybe is not such a funny thing…
Maybe running away is absolutely serious
Because it’s all I want right now.
Maybe this town just isn’t big enough
For the person I’ve become.
Maybe I’m absolutely positive
That I’m not where I need to be.

Cashing in your years for tears,
Is that the way to live?
Living in a state of hate,
With so many to forgive…
Judging others for their flaws,
While you, yourself are a fake.
While you hold yourself above,
We are humbled by mistakes.
You walked away and watched
As I drowned in a sinful sea
While you turned the other cheek,
He has always been there for me.
Forgiveness has been upon me,
I’ve forgiven you, as well.
Although you’ve ignored me,
He picked me up when I fell.
When hypothetical happiness
Dwells in your own personal hell,
What will it take to make you realize
That He will make you well?