lost in the charm of ur sweet brown eyes .

Daylight burns your sleepy eyes.
It's hard to see you dreaming.
You hide inside yourself.
I wondered what you're thinking
and everything you're chasing,
it seems to leave you empty.

I miss that feeling.
The feeling you get when you have
someone in your life you can tell things to.
A person that you can tell all your hopes,
 dreams and aspirations. Knowing that they
are truly listening. The feeling of a
person who wants to talk to you, because
you are you. The feeling of a friend.

Not everything turns into what
it's supposed to be. Not everybody is
supposed to just walk out of your life.
Sometimes surprises and second chances
do happen and you can't be
afraid to let them happen.

You could just tell that she knew
the Secret, that she'd done all
kinds of things and never been defeated
or ruined. I didn't have to smile at her,
 though I did. She smiled back at me,
and something passed between us.
Wait for me, her eyes said. I'll meet
 you in the hall. Whatever passed between
us then, I cannot name, but I bet its
the same thing that passes between spies
 who recognize each other, who are so
grateful to be seen at last by someone
who knows the truth behind the disguise.

You can find him sitting on your
doorstep waiting for the surprise.
It will feel like he's been there
for hours and you can tell that
he'll be there for life.

Wherever I was, I was happy. At peace.
I knew that everyone I cared about was all right.
I knew it. Time didn't mean anything.
Nothing had form, but I was still me, you know?
And I was warm and I was loved and I was finished.
Complete. I don't understand about theology or
dimensions, or any of it, really, but I think
I was in heaven. And now I'm not. I was torn out
of there. Pulled out by my friends. Everything
here is hard, and bright, and violent. Everything
I feel, everything I touch...this is Hell. Just
getting through the next moment, and the one
after that knowing what I've lost...

Don’t be gentle. Love me, but not gently.
I need to know that your desperation,
your missing, has been as great as mine.
I need to feel in the fervor of your touch
that you have longed for this as much as I have.
I need to feel how you’ve missed me.

A photo says, you were happy,
and i wanted to catch that.
a photo says, you were so important
to me that i put down everything
else to come watch.

I want to believe in it all again.
In art, fate and love and I want to
believe that I've made the right choice
and that I'm on the right path and
there's still time to fix the mistakes
that I've made and I guess I want hope.

There are those hearts that never
mend again once they are broken.
Or if they do mend, they heal themselves
in a crooked and lopsided way,
as if sewn together by a
careless craftsman.

Love is a force more formidable than
any other. It is invisible - it cannot
be seen or measured, yet it is powerful
enough to transform you in a moment,
and offer you more joy than any
material possession could.

And there will come a time, you'll see,
with no more tears. Love will not
break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill, and see what you
find there - with grace in your heart
and flowers in your hair.

Can you see the same sky from
where you are ? Do the heavens
really stretch so far ? From me
to you and all that's left in between?

Faith is not simply a patience that
passively suffers until the storm is past.
Rather, it is a spirit that bears things -
with resignations, yes, but above all,
with blazing, serene hope.

Perhaps this is how you know you're
doing the thing you're intended to do:
No matter how slow or how slight your
progress, you never feel that it's a waste of time.

& then you came back -

i'm astonished still ; to be able to see you smile ,
to feel your lips , to hear your voice every day .
that was something i truly thought i would never have again.

i've loved you everyday ..

i hope you see things that stop you.
i hope you feel things that you never felt before.
i hope you meet people with a different point of view.
i hope you live a life that you’re proud of
and if you find that you’re not, i hope you
have the strength to start all over again.

i refuse to be an option ..

i was just looking at him and something happened.
It wasn't an explosion of emotions, or the butterflies
of love in my heart. It was a more of slow and
subtle creeping of feelings, that finally, when there
was enough of them, it leaked into my heart and
I noticed him differently.

I will never ever lose hope, I refuse to. No matter the
odds, no matter what happens, it's still my choice, my
decision, my power to hold onto the faith in what I
believe to be true. That's the only thing that can never
be taken from me unless I allow it.

When I look around I think this, this is good enough.
 And I try to laugh at whatever life brings because
 when I look down I just miss all the good stuff,
and when I look up I just trip over things.

And I feel the way I feel,
because I need you all the time.
And I know the things you know,
but that's just not enough to make you mine.

We are not the same person this year
as last- nor are those we love. It is
a happy chance if we, changing,
continue to love a changed person.

If nothing else, one day you can look
someone in the eyes and say, "But I lived
through it and it made me who I am today".

But really, all we want, and I speak
for the entire human race here, is contact.
Someone to let us know that we aren't alone.
That the world isn't a dream and you and I
really are happening at the same time, even
if it's not in the same place. That this is
real. You're really there. I'm really here. We're real.

She always had that look about her -
that look of otherness, of eyes that
see things much too far, and of thoughts
that wander off the edge of the world.

i've made mistakes in my life.
I've let people take advantage of me,
I've accepted way less than I deserve.
But I've learned from my bad choices,
and even though there are somethings
that I can never get back and people
who will never be sorry. I'll know better
 next time, and I won't settle
for anything less than I deserve.

You may not remember.. but that night,
 when we slow danced to no music in your
bedroom and you told me that i saved you..
that was the night i fell in love with you.

Remember the Butterflies ?

through my rise & fall -

With everything happening today
You don't know whether you're coming or going .
But you think that you're on your way
Life lined up on the mirror, don't blow it .
Look at me when I'm talking to you
You looking at me but I'm looking through you .
I see the blood in your eyes
I see the love in disguise
I see the pain hidden in your pride
I see you're not satisfied
And I don't see nobody else
I see myself I'm looking at the
mirror on the wall -

I see the truth in your lies ..
I see nobody by your side ,
But I'm with you when you are all alone .
And you correct me when I'm looking wrong ,
I see that guilt beneath the shame
I see your soul through your window pain
I see the scars that remain -

Mirror on the wall, here we are again
Through my rise and fall
You've been my only friend
You told me that they can't understand the man I am
So why are we here talkin' to each other again?