Wednesday, December 30, 2009

You

I close my eyes and I see you,
I drive endless miles and I feel you.
I run the streets to forget you
But you are always there.

IF

If I were an engine…
Would you rev me?

If I were a game…
Would you play me?

If I were a song…
Would you hear me

If I were a word…
Would you define me?

If I were a red light…
Would you stop for me?

If I were a lollipop…
Would you lick me?

If I were the ocean…
Would you ride my waves?

If I were champagne…
Would you savor my sweet taste?

If I were a penny…
Would you pick me up?

If I were a mountain…
Would you move me?

If I were a light…
Would you turn me on?

If I were a storm…
Would you ride me out?

If I were a nail…
Would you hammer me?

If I were the ace of spades…
Would you play me?

If I were a number…
Would you divide me?

If I were a convertible…
Would you take down my top?

If I were a fantasy…
Would you make me real?

If I were a battery…
Would you charge me?

If I were an IP address…
Would you ping me?

If I were a book…
Would I be well read?

If I were a song…
Would you sing me?

If I were the dark…
Would you be lost in me?

If I were a bad habit…
Would you get rid of me?

If I were a ship…
Would you pass me in the night?

If I were a mistake…
Would you repeat me?

If I were a candle…
Would you light my fire?

If I were a dumbbell…
Would you pump me?

If I were a riddle…
Would you try to figure me out?

If I were chocolate…
Would I melt inside your mouth?

If I were a watch…
Would you wind me up?

If I were a ladybug…
Would you set me free?

I Have To

I have to. . .
Look the other way
When thoughts of you
Stir inside my head, and

I have to. . .
Not rush to answer
When your call
Rings my telephone.

I have to not want you. . . . not need you.

I have to. . .
Stop the dreaming
When you consume
My restless nights, and

I have to. . .
Escape far away
When your power
Pulls me to your embrace.

I have to not want you. . . . not need you.

I have to. . .
Say goodbye, farewell
When you devour
My every thought, and

I have to. . .
Not look back
When I hear you
Call my name.

I have to not want you . . .not need you

Saturday, December 5, 2009

It's Not

It's not the sum of what once was,
it’s where we stand today.
The walls we've built, the paths we've taken
are a part of yesterday.

It's not the treasures from the past
that brightens each new day.
It's the heart, the soul, this very moment
that all comes into play.

It's not what you say or what you do,
it’s the fears I've built within.
That blocks those paths; that builds those walls;
it’s a fight I plan to win.

It's not the memories that I fear,
it’s walking that thin line.
To face those fears, to feel again,
it’s just a matter of time.