It's You and MeYou & MeIt was your eyes that trapped me first, sweetheart; intense and blue, so haunting--haunted--they blazed with feelings that words could never express and I didn't stand a chance.Everything about you seemed to be a contradiction -- you laughed more than anyone I've ever met and to anyone who didn't know you, you probably seemed happy. In reality though, you're the most heartbroken and heartbreaking person I've ever known.I asked you about that one time, do you remember? We were at that party and I found you out on the roof looking up at the stars and you told me that amusement was a good substitute for happiness and that your laugh was always real while your smiles were often lies.You don't know it, but that was the moment I fell for you. I'd only known you two weeks but I was already on the edge, ready for the fall. That night was the push it took to send me spiralling headfirst into my love for you and I've never looked back since. I made it my mission to make as man
Believe in YouBaby that's all I needIs someone like youBurning through meOh and it's never fairThe way that we meet and you disappearNo, it don't feel like sleepWhen I'm this alive it's trueI believe in you- I Believe In You by Tyler HiltonBelieve in You"You're saying goodbye, aren't you," he says. It's not a question, his eyes are clouded with sad acceptance, already knowing the answer.She tilts her head to the side and smiles softly. She nods her head.He pulls her to him, hugging her fiercely as if he never wants to let go; like if he just holds on tight enough, for long enough, he'll get to keep her and won't have to watch her walk away."Set the world on fire," she whispers, and presses a light kiss on his neck before she pulls away.She picks up her guitar and hands him the sheet of paper with the lyrics to their song. "I'll be watching for the flames."With one last smile, she walks out of the bar
out of his life.And like a match to gasoline, he sets the world
Just A Thought - Your EyesThey say I have your eyes, your nose, your smile.Sometimes, when I look in the mirror I see it too and I wonder what else about me is like you.I was sketching one day and my sister said that you used to do that too.I hated her for telling me that and I loved her for it too. I hated that she knew that about you -- you are my dad, not hers.Are? Were? Is it past tense now -- I don't know... you're still my dad but you don't exist in my world in a real way anymore. You have no body or heartbeat. When I'm sad, you can't wrap me up in your arms like you did when I was little and tell me everything will be okay.I crave to hear more about you from the people who got to know you longer than I did, but I'm afraid to ask. Afraid to show that missing you still hurts.So I wait. I wait for them to bring you up and then I listen intently, heart battering against my chest, while pretending I'm unphased by it. It doesn't happen much though; either they don't think of you much or they don't like t
Just A ThoughtI dream of stars and storms and endless days of you and me. Just simple moments of tangled bodies and intertwined hearts, where happiness feels real and life doesn't hurt.That's all.That could be everything.