March 2010
16 posts
where is your heart?
I don’t believe In the smile that you leave When you walk away And say goodbye Well I don’t expect The world to move underneath me But for God’s sake Could you try? I know that you’re true to me You’re always there You say you care I know that you want to be mine Where is your heart? ‘Cause I don’t really feel you Where is your heart? What I really want is...
sort of
Baby, you’ve got the sort of hands to rip me apart And baby, you’ve got the sort of face to start this old heart But your eyes are warning me this early morning That my love’s too big for you my love Baby, you’ve got the sort of laugh that waters me And makes me grow tall and strong and proud and flattens me I find you stunning, but you are running me down My love’s...
those simple things
forty degrees in the beginning of march
these small things that when i walk, there is an extra hop in my step
the feeling of smiling a little bit
and not being able to stop it
i’m sure people passing are confused
there are few better feelings
than that joy
the joy that even confuses me and wraps all around me like a hug
remember to remind myself of that feeling
those simple things
...
afraid
i want to push myself past mycomfort zone. i’m afriad of just being and not living. i want to live a humble life and be challenged in simple ways everyday. i want to have geniune concern for others and help them to find that desire as well. i don’t want to be a sterotype. but i’m afraid
