Sunday, May 16, 2010

stop hiding, lovely.

stop hiding, lovely,
i know you're there.
stop hiding, lovely,
you should be here.

come out, lovely,
it's about time.
come out, lovely,
so i can call you mine.

love me, lovely,
be my only one.
love me, lovely,
be my rising sun.

stop hiding, lovely,
you're out there somewhere.
stop hiding, lovely,
you should be here.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

oh, won't you write me a love story?

oh, let me tell you a love story.

the story begins like any other: boy meets girl. boy is older than girl, but that didn't matter to him. she thought that she was too young to have a beau, still just a schoolgirl. however, fate has her way, and girl and boy become friends. boy begins to drive girl back and forth to various places (she has no means to do it herself). girl announces that she has no intention of continuing these rides once she doesn't need to go places so often anymore. boy smiles, but he knows better. he knows what she doesn't yet know. when girl is back to her normal life, stationary, she realizes how close she and boy live together. that winter, she sits in her house while all her friends ride across the snow with boys they met while she was busy. one afternoon, boy knocks on her front door and says, go for a ride with me. girl accepts. boy continues to take her on drives, every sunday afternoon. he drives her across the snow, and she sees all of her friends, and she is happy. once summer comes, girl moves back to her family. she then realizes just how far away boy is. she had never thought about him being so far away before. as the summer stretched out endlessly before her, an unwelcome feeling of loneliness plagued her. how dare she miss the boy she claimed not to like! then, one unsuspecting sunday afternoon, the boy arrived. go for a drive with me, he said, and she did. so began a tradition of lovely summer sunday afternoon drives that rivaled the winter ones. sometimes they drove just to see the sunset, other times to gather flowers and wild fruit on the side of the road, and other times to see the lake, but always to be together. boy and girl spend three blissful years together. they sang together, he escorted her home from church every week, and oh, those sunday afternoon drives. then one day, boy pulled out a ring. it was beautiful, shining gold, and the girl took it lovingly. boy builds girl a house, and six months later, boy and girl say their vows in the home of the preacher. girl is sad to leave her loving family, but she can do it with a heart full of love for her boy.

oh, won't you write me a love story?

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

there's danger in frustration.

life lately is not my favorite. since about spring break to now. i need things to change. i need an overhaul. i need fun. a new outlook.


i will be different in august. i promise you that.
but it's not going to be a fun summer getting there.

it already sucks.