There you are again I see you all the time We haven’t really met yet, But you know, I don’t mind ’Cuz I think today’s the day I’m gonna go right up and say to you Would it be alright If I called you up sometime?
There you go again I let you get away At least I’ve got more time To think of what I might say (like) “Couldn’t we be good” (or maybe) “Don’t you think that we should find Some quiet little place where we’d make love all day?”
Come and talk to me What are you waiting for ’CuzI can see you passing every day and I’m always wanting more Come and talk to me What are you gonna do ’Cuz I can’t seem to get the nerve to get off my own ass And come and talk to you
You know I love the type You look like you’ve been up all night And yet somehow still look beautiful You do it all at the same time Whenever you walk by You always look me in the eyes And in that moment I know the same thing’s on your mind
Come and talk to me What are you waiting for ’Cuz I can see you passing every day and I’m always wanting more Come and talk to me What are you gonna do ’Cuz I can’t seem to get the nerve to get off my own ass And come and talk to you
It always seems to be that I let the good things pass by Because I let my fear stop me (but not this time)
i stare out the window and watch, as the rain pours down and kisses the dry earth.
two different things that found their way to each other. a love that creates a rainbow, a love that makes a flower bloom and a seed grow.
could i then believe that you and me could be somehow meant to be? should i be like the earth hopeful for the day for you to come and fall down from the sky? Should i be like the rain searching for you all over the earth?
long time no update... i know it's been a long time since i posted a poem or a fave song here... I guess I was just really busy with school stuff.. but don't worry a poem is currently lurking in my mind... so ill be posting it here soon after these exams are through or as soon as i have time... hehe...
Alright, yeah I'm wandering the streets, in a world underneath it all Nothing seems to be, nothing tastes as sweet As what I can't have Like you and the way that you're twisting your hair round your finger Tonight I'm not afraid to tell you What I feel about you.
Oh, I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have and cannon ball into the water I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have For you I will, For you I will
Forgive me if I st-stutter From all of the clutter in my head Cuz I could fall asleep in those eyes Like a water bed Do I seem familiar, I've crossed you in hallways a thousand times, no more camouflage I want to be exposed, and not be afraid to fall. Oh, I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have And cannon ball into the water I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have For you I will
You always want what you can't have But I've got to try I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have For you I will, For you I will, For you I will
For you If I could dim the lights in the mall And create a mood I would Shout out your name so it echos in every room I would That's what I'd do, That's what I'd do to get through to you, yeah
Oh, I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have And cannon ball into the water I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have For you I will You always want what you can't have But I've got to try I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have For you I will, For you I will, For you I will For you I will
an angel walked past me today, with wings as bright as the sun rays. i got completely lost in his eyes, no words would ever suffice.
an angel walked past me today, with a voice that could melt my heart away. how i wish he'd sing a song for me, but it seems like it could never be.
an angel walked past me today, as he always does. but he doesn't even have an inkling of how i exist, im just someone way down the list.
an angel walked past me today, i wanted to catch him, but i was afraid he'd fly away. and everytime i try to get near, it's as if i was never here.
but maybe someday, when he passes by again, maybe i'll have enough courage, by then, to make myself finally visible, be someone recognizable.
maybe someday, i wouldn't have to wait for any sign, maybe someday i can make that angel mine. maybe someday i wouldn't have to wait any long, maybe someday, he'd finally sing me a song.
but for now, i'm happy just to see him from afar, so tonight, as always, i'll wish upon the brightest star, because an angel walked past me today... and took my breath away....
*-_at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet-plato_-*
she stands in the rain all alone, drenched with the pain she bears on her own. she shivers as her thoughts cloud her mind, fate never seemed to be so kind. she walks down the street, the cold's too hard to beat. she wanders aimlessly, trying to find her way out desperately. as th cold continue to bite, she tries to make it through the endless night. but the odds seem to be too subtle, its like fighting a losing battle. in this world full of lies, she silently screams and cries, drenches herself as she looks for her way, and wishing that the rain would just wash her sorrows all away.
she wakes up everyday wishing it was still the other year, wondering what today would be if she wasnt here... she walks through the halls not knowing where to go... every minute passes by so slow...
amidst the noise around her, she holds her thoughts in silence... amidst the multitude of people... she remains unseen... she tries to understand every word... but there's nothing she can comprehend...
she tries to feel that everythings alright... but she feels like giving up the fight... she tries to paint on a smile... and pretend shes's okay all the while... but deep inside she's weary from all the pain... its makin her feel insane...
still a part of her hopes of a better day, where dreams wont be so far away... where trusting won't be so hard to do, and being accepted is easier too, one day she'll lay down in bed... and tears shall no longer be shed...
All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.
Thomas E. Lawrence
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