Your untamed soft hands touch me in ways I always crave for,
Tease me in sweet ways I could never prepare for,
Hold me in between like I am the only one,
And always distract me unexpectedly when we kiss.
I can feel your love in the movement of your lips,
A total warm pleasantness as you cling to me.
And maybe a small part of my mind actually registers the surprise,
As your warm hands reach curiously for more.
In sweetness your love blinds me,
In my heart your love completes me,
Come tomorrow I hope you'll still crave me,
And oh, I think I'm in love with you, completely.
Do we have a purpose, is a question one will often ask
Is there a higher power out there, some greater task
The truth will hurt many, not only a few
People have a hard time dealing with that which is true
There is nothing greater that watches your back
Deal with it, stop crying and build your own stack
You are responsible for the life that you lead
It is not someone else's fault when you don't get what you need
If one wants the stars, they must be grabbed by one's own hand
Nothing in life is freely given there is no promised land
So the question remains, why are we here
For those without faith, the answer is painfully clear
We liv
Hey. Kid. Just listen to me, okay?
Listen to me and breathe. Because if I'm doing my math correctly right now it is June 14th and you are a freshman in high school and you're about to chug down a bottle of Nyquil and give yourself the most mind-blowing asthma attack.
Here's the good news; despite what you're trying to do, you're going to live. The ingredient you are allergic to doesn't kick in until you're sitting in social studies the next afternoon, waiting for the school bell to ring. Here's the bad news; it's a close call, and you almost don't make it. They rush you to the hospital and when you pass out in the waiting room they're going