Take me by the hand,
Take me to the Promised Land,
Never let me go.

It's all in my head
I can't breathe
It's all in my head

I used to sing the sappy break up songs all the time,
Until I got my heart broken.
Now they're not so catchy anymore..

There's something in the water
That makes me love you lots 


Even though I really love you
I'm going to smile because I deserve to

Baby, Don't Hurt Me

What is love? 
Baby, don't hurt me. 
Don't hurt me, no more. 





The scars of your love 
Remind me of us
They keep me thinking that 
We could of had it all



Love is so much less practical than people make it out to be.
You can't choose not to fall in love with the guy that's leaving for Iraq because he won't be around for your kids.
You can't choose to not fall in love because you're leaving in a year and long distance is just too hard.
It bothers me that people live their lives thinking that, as if they are in control of their feelings, in control of who they'll fall far and under what circumstances.
Love is so reckless, so unexpected and consuming. So invasive, uncontrollable and just plain unpractical.

Our Pitfall

I'm strong, you're strong
I'm strong, you're weak
I'm weak, you're strong
I'm weak, you're weak
Pitfall

For just a moment there,
I think I was in love.
For just a moment.

What d'ya gotta say?

Words with grit
That scratch off the outer layer of your skin
Stinging as the rawness glistens with a
Sleek layer of blood and water

Words that stick to your bones
And leave you feeling satisfied as they pass
From top to bottom,
Gripping, sticking on the way through

Words with bite
That don't collapse under the pressure of your teeth
But require you to chomp and mow
And tear and chew to digest the meaning

Words with a pulse
That feed off the reader's vibes
And leap off the page and into your lungs
Breathing life

Words with feeling
That inspire goosebumps, spine tingles,
Butterflies, lightheadedness,
Motion sickness, envy or maybe just 
Action

Follow Your Heart

Follow your heart
Follow that voice inside your head
Follow the Book
Follow your Mom
Follow the Yellow Brick Road
Follow your dreams
Follow the North Star
Follow the map
Follow the trail of bread crumbs
Follow the leader
Follow in her footsteps

Follow blindly
Follow boldly
Follow your heart

And if your heart doesn't know where it's going
Then...

Frozen in time
On a piece of glossy card

Your cheek pressed up
Against hers,
The corners of your smiles
Meeting, making one
Continuous
Expression of joy

But your smile is stretched
By some hand that's not your own
Unnatural and tense,
I see your dimples pushed
Exaggeratedly deep
For the desired illusion

Of true happiness