How I wish I can be a star
So I can watch you even from afar.
How I wish I can be the sun
So I can show you that you are the one.
How I wish I can be the moon
Guiding you, while the soft breeze croons.
How I wish I can be the wind
So I can make you feel that I am more than a friend.
every picture i’d take, well, i’d take of you.
and every love letter i’d write, well, i’d write them to you.
and every poem that i wrote, well, i wrote them for you.
and every sweet nothing i whispered, well, i’d whisper to you.
Break that poetry into me.
Bring me crashing, dragging myself to my knees.
Let me put this blanket on you
To keep as you warm and safe.
You pull me in gently and whisper my name.
This is what the summer’s all about
Trying to find your soul’s time in a world without
Breaking what you thought you need
Everything you want to be
Is right here right now.
Sleeping there next to you, mouth to mouth.
We have the perfect pocket
In the night.
Above the sleeping sun
But under stars and satellites.
Learn to two-step on quiet grass
Stare at our cigarette smoke as it
Bounds and weaves on high
For us like butterflies.
This is what the summer’s about
Trying to find your mind’s faith in a world without
Evolving you thought you need
Everything you want to be
Is right here right now.
Sleeping here next to you, mouth to mouth.
You could steal me away,
On the corner of the sunset. in L.A.
You will tear me away,
From a silence that is screaming inside of me.
You need to love me anyway
That would keep from leaving a light on for me.
Don’t make me go back the way I came.
Love,
Max
persistence is his middle name, constantly wanting to hang out together, go places, see the town, asking me on dates. yet i felt there was a barrier between us since he was from miles away and would return to that place in a few short months. how could we date each other if we were not to see each other again. persistence worked, he won his way and now he’s here to stay in my heart even though he is many miles away. love knows no boundaries, has no distinct culture, language, or race; love has no time zone or has no reason to moan because we know there is an us some where in the past and in the future
I kinda stumbled into it. It was no where near as graceful as a straight fall but I’m here now and I can’t find you. Oh well.
just look at me when you walk by, see me smile at you, smile back, look away. please come again soon.
You’re on your girl trip to New York City, attending a fancy rooftop party, hanging out with Tina Louise. You and your girl friend are all updating statuses and photos via text about it, and somewhere in there you found the time to comment my last status, asking me why I “HAVE SUCH GOOD TASTE IN MUSIC!?!??”. That’s just awesome, I cant wait until you get back, so we might run into each other again… :)
I am probably his most difficult, intimate, and serious relationship that he’s ever been in. When we fight it’s the end of the world but when we’re happy we are the best couple in the world. I’m sure everyone says that though. The truth is I get lonely and I get scared and even though he reassures me I still get terrible thoughts in my head. I’ve always been like this, it isn’t new. But sometimes when I’m not going out of my mind I remember that he’s always put up with my crazy shit. I know that he loves me simply because he’s still here. I know he’s attracted to me because I’m the only one he’s with. We don’t know what’s going to happen next year or the year after that or the year after that. What we do know is that we’ve been together for a year a half, and even though bad things happen we’ll continue to be there for each other.
i own a topographic map of your body,
it’s framed and hung on my wall.
and i have color coordinated push pins
marking the spots i love most of all.
i was being more sincere than ever before in my life when i said you look pretty in that dress. i wasn’t making fun of you, i swear, i was understating.
