Friday, April 30, 2010

For him.

----- SMS ------
Sent: Apr 30, 2010 12:03 AM
Subject: Sometimes I get broody

Sometimes I get broody
And moody
On me
and you
Is talking
Too fast
And I can't hear you

The raindrops are falling
And I can't stop
Them from falling
Towards me

I don't like the sun
When I moody
I'm grey
I don't like the moon
Cause its as pretty as day

What gets me the most
Is when I'm moody on you
Broody on you
You know that's not true
Not the truest of me

The things in my heart
The simplest of things
Feel so heavy
When I'm moody on me

All I wanted to tell you
Was I love you
All I wanted to hear
Was the same

And when you picked up the phone
And kissed me
It started to rain

Baby I love you
Cause you are my love
You see right through me
Better than the one up above.


Monday, April 12, 2010

While the meaning was lost with growing up.

Its like after the storm. Its been cold, wet, sometimes ugly. Sometimes you grow so close to people that even after years they don’t fade. Their walking away didn’t hurt, till you felt them reappear year after year, even though they were gone.
I am not talking about a lover. I am talking about friends. Not one face – fated to meet me from the crowd of many. Giggling three girls in the back of a sunny yellow car, while the meaning was lost with growing up.

I miss you all.