Peace Of MindThis feeling that I get when I look at you,
Makes me believe that nothing, and no one but us matters.
No one should have a say in 'us' except us.
Not your friends, not my exes, not our coworkers.
Call it what you will, love, lust, infatuation,
I'm rather partial to calling it happiness.
If they were really our friends, they would be happy for us.
I swear to you, all that I am sure of, is that I've never felt more at home
than I do in your arms.
I've come to the conclusion, that amongst all of these wolves in sheep clothing, that we call our peers, we've just learned that it's no ones business. I'm not asking for you to Facebook claim me, I just want to know that I am yours, and at least some of you is mine. I just want to hear you tell me that it doesn't matter what they think. Look me in the eyes, and say that nothing matters in this relationship, but us.
Because sweety, I'm falling much too fast and it's a scary drop. I could use a little peace of mind.
HandsWords can't do this justice
so forgive my slow pen, I'm afraid I don't know what to say
all that I know for sure, is the way your face looks when you smile
and I have to admit that it makes me want to run like hell the other way
it is just too intoxicating.
I can't lie, I have been dreaming of waking in your arms
and if I knew I wouldn't see you in real life, I'd just stay asleep forever
but finally, for once in my life, sleeping isn't what I want to do,
because I can't dream up the way I feel about you
and I hope you feel the same way too.
Take my hand, we will get through these people
who don't understand that it's just a number
these people who don't remember
what it's like to be in love.
But maybe I just want to hold your hand forever. [2-24]
she always said her heart was fastSo maybe this is all in my head
and I am making up this beautiful relationship that we have
and maybe you won't ever feel the same way I do about you
but I can't lie, I have so much hope for us
that if this is all a dream
I never want to wake up.
Take my hand
tell me this is real
but even if you never say a word
I'll have faith, because you once said
love takes time
and even if it took no time for me at all
I will wait for you.
Like Supermanisn't it funny, how we pride ourselves on certain things
like, I pride myself on the walls that I have put together, brick
by boring brick, and I pride myself on how closed off I could make myself
so that no one could hurt me, but all that I want
is for him to kick them down, like Superman.
She prided herself on her good grades, and how proud her parents were of her
and all she wanted, was to be wild, for one night, to go crazy.
He prided himself over being good at cars, but all he wanted
was for his friends to stop asking him to fix their cars.
I just find it funny.
soft spoken wordsand how can I possibly explain how I feel when you smile at me? Its as if I was stuck in the desert, and I've been wandering for so long I can't even remember and all of a sudden, all of the prayers that I was starting to think were going to no one, they come down on me with a rain that puts all other storms to shame. And there you are standing straight ahead of me just, simply, smiling at me.
and holding your hand, is as if after all this time without the rain, I'm so skeptical of it, that you put your hand out, touch my face, and say, "it's real, you don't have to have faith, you can feel this for yourself." because you know that I can't have faith, I can't believe in something that I can't see, or feel, or hear. You know what it's like to wander that desert, and you know that holding my hand, will get me through.
and hearing your laugh, is the storm clearing after days of rain, and seeing all this life, sprout out of the ground. All the birds come out, and sing at me, while you are
Youand all that I know, is I can still almost hear your laugh, when I first wake up
because all that I can dream of, is your voice telling me that it's all okay
I'll put my hand in yours, and I'll believe you.
You put your lips down on mine, and I can finally breathe.
Maybe you really are different
and maybe I'm full of shit
I say that every time
But I have hope.
Supposed To BeYou are supposed to be a commodity.
Something I can be sure of, at all times
when all else is confusing, and full of shit.
You are supposed to be freedom.
Something I don't have to fight for, it's a right not a prize
when I've fought too hard and too long.
You are supposed to be a taste of fresh water.
Something that refreshes my view on men, and my own helpless heart
when all else makes me want to crawl into a hole and collect cats.
So why is it, that when late night discussions
turn into sunrises on cold days
It's you I wish was there, above all else.
It's you that my heart urns to see.
Why on Earth, is it you?
It can't be how you make me laugh, lots of people can do that.
It can't be how you smile at me when you see me, you have a dorky smile.
It can't be how I feel when you touch me, it's shocking, really.
But it's your dorky smile that gets me through days
and it's your laugh, and your jokes that brighten up hard weeks
and I am lonely when I don't see y