twentyoneChances

lines and curves on paper. seek to express what cannot be seen. only what can be felt, if you can grasp the pen hard enough. smell of ink-security. hands preforming an art, tremble with emotion waiting to be spilled onto these fibers. certain that each letter, made with a sweeping stroke, can spell out a story. my story. each line and curve, at a time.

I've tried understand what is it about you, that makes the spring flowers seem so much brighter, the summer fireflies glow stronger, the autumn leaves  graceful as they fall, and winter paleness, not seem as lonely. I love the feel of your warm fingers tangled in mine. How your palm fits perfectly in mine, fits perfectly as it cradles my face. I wonder as we lay in separate beds, do you lay on your side in the dark and picture me beside you, just as I do. Each night I, just before we fall asleep, I ask you to come find me, Do you ever? I beg you to not be late, for in dreams we can only see each other. Even as I wake up, you han

for a second, i thought about you. even about all those times i sat in the passenger seat, thinking to myself that this was happiness. This was where I wanted to be. i thought maybe you could think the same things to.   picture me looking out the window at the stars, singing along to any of the songs you didn't like. maybe for a second, you considered seeing me now, calling me. ask how i was doing. i know i for a second i did. did you picture us laying on the hood of your car listening to music, or about the time we ate too much ice cream? i never realized that one second could bring me to so many conclusions. so many memories. dr

Again I find myself thinking back to last night, the way your eyes looked into mine as you glanced at me in the passenger seat.  It was still hard for me to imagine that you had arrived after all this time.  And this one day...this one day i would spend with you could conjure up so many memories, of all the nights similar to this. I don't think you noticed that you laid your hand on my thigh, like you use to. i don't think you noticed that in a way things had never really changed.  It's like we just continued on with our lives, right where we left off.   "Are you scared..?" With you ,never, I wanted

i glance down at my keyboard, and struggle to put together the letter, words and phrases to create something that could come close to describe how i feel about you.  no matter what order i come up with, nothing seems to make sense to me, do the feelings i have for you even make sense?  i tried to use this summers rain to explain some feelings, the way the rain kisses the leaves as it falls.  the thunder that shakes everything, the way you seem to shake me to my very core.   it could all resemble the old fashion love poems, stanzas of roses are red, violets are blue...but  i feel- i know, that would never be enough to express how you make me

We can fall head first, hand in hand, Into what we can only dream of. Fall straight from the sky, Past the fire of the stars, Heavens gates, And the mist of the clouds. Let the impact wake us into something only we know. Because baby we can fall right through the Earth And the fury of its core. We can keep falling, hand in hand. Just as long as you never let me go, Because I'm scared. But for you, I would keep falling. Past the stars glares, Heavens angels, And the clouds storms. Fall into something only we could ever really know.

Late nights laying side by side, the way we were a knotted mess between the sheets. I laid my head on your chest, and counted the reasons why I loved you so. The way you always lingered even long after you were gone. Your smell-locked in my sheets. I miss your veins, showing in your arms, the strenght of our love. Time went by too quickly, but somehow your heart beat remained constant, only until I traced your lips with my fingertips. Let me lay my head upon your chest, one last time and be reminded of all the reasons we were, and could never be..

Last night it rained. A thunder so loud it shook my very soul. And I wondered, could you feel it quiver? Did the storm reach as far as you? I thought of the past nights in your arms. Nights when the same roar of thunder threatened, how you could call. Late at night, your voice just as soothingas the rain falling uponn the streets and against the trees. Assurance. That's what you were. Now so far, you probably do not feel the shaking of the sky's wrath.  the cries of thunder, as I stare at my phones' dark screen, expecting a call I know will not come. Di you lay in bed, window open, eyes watching the flashes on the ceiling

Time can't go back for us... And I find myself thinking about all the good times And remembering the bad. I weigh them together, over analyzing all the details To try and figure out what went wrong. Were we suppose to end up like this? And if so, why do I still hope to hear your voiceat night through the speaker of my phone? Why is it that my heart stilll skips in anticipation whenever a yellow mustang goes by? Just like all those times, I watched you from afar, thinking that you didn't even know I existed. Now you laugh, with your smart remarks, tell me that whatever happened, happened. We can't go back now... It hurts to hear yo

It's been years and I'm still here. Recycling the same sentences. Stuck in the same words. Buried in a past that doesn't quite belong to me anymore. It's funny how with enough distance nothing ever looks real anymore. It's like the way I can stand four miles from the lakefront and can still see the horizon. Clashing blues and greens. A straight line of water against an even straighter line of sky. And that's it. It's everything and it's nothing and for a little while I can pretend I'm somewhere else. Somewhere new. That I can see an entire ocean sprawled out in front of me, instead of the dirty familiar waters of Lake Michigan. I've grown up

she knew he was a grave, but she buried herself in him anyway.