For all the Right ReasonsThe winds breathed a change.She sat on the curb, cigarette resting in her fingers. The smoke twirled in pale grey ribbons around her hair but she didn't notice. There were too many other things on her mind. His smile, his laugh, his gentle touch, his disarray of hair, hazel eyes. His feelings for her.She was taken. The sick twisted part? So was he. But life rarely holds sympathy in situtations that are to be engraved forever in their path. This wasn't normal. This she had known.This was different.There was a rush of passion and life when she just even thought about him. Just a glance at him caused butterflies to swarm frantically
SometimesSometime's it's okay to let go.No, no. Not let go of something finally tangible in our shaking fingers. To watch it drift away into the stitched sky. Or watch something not finished yet walk away through pained eyes and swallowed goodbyes. It's different.Sometimes it's taking down those stone walls that have surrounded our warmth until it was nearly gone. It's letting the tide of feelings wash over us. Letting it soak through every vein and fill every inch of our lungs. Careful. Don't breathe too deep; it may be hard to inhale and exhale what's been hiding.The feelings that rise up like the shadow of a storm rolling in and engulf
RemainI'll always be here.Even when the rain is calling my name all night, and when the wind is inviting itself in by knock knock knocking the shutters against the window pane. When the collage of dark clouds howl and boom with their stormy laughter-I'll be here.I'll be here,Even when the dim sky blooms to a cherry blue again,and when the sunshine is singing to me through the morning I can't seem to sleep through. When the grass tangles around my feet and the trees twist in my hair-and the light dances off my smile that's waiting for you.I'll be here,Even when I'm feeling too far away from you,and I hear the seething growl o
A Thousand Blue SkiesSometimes I'm scared that I've run out of words.That one day, I won't be able to explain the way my heart hides in my stomach when I think of him.That there won't be a way to tell how he has a sun kissed smile that promises a thousand big blue skies.And that maybe, there won't be any other way to weave my clumsy words into some kind of syntax in hopes I can make him understand- That I catch myself reading his letters over and over because I need to hear his voice somehow. That my favorite moment is hearing his heartbeat when there's no space between us. That when he's fast asleep, the pale morning light dances around the way he'
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