The stupid questions are the ones not asked.

Way to go... And never come back...

Letting go is harder than holding on. holding on-we just might survive. Letting go - which one is willing to fight

He told me i could be perfect.
He told me it just might work.
I told him I could be perfect
but for me, it just wont work.
He asked me what i meant
He asked me to explain.
I told him i'll move on
'cause someone else wont complain.

Be careful how you talk to strangers;
you could be entertaining an angel

When we lay in bed, I love when you wrap your arms around me. When we're with a bunch of people, I love when you kiss my forhead.
When we see our moms, I love how they look at us like we're meant to be :)

No {one} is {anyone} without {someone}

*Dedicated to the man who helped me see who I really am :)

Lost in the confines of my own mind, blinded by chains. It's the fading line, fragements of faith.

Is this emotion or am I cut from feeling,
If its emotion let me refrase how I feel.
Is this life or am I sleeping,
If it's life leave me in my slumber.
Is this love or are my eyes closed,
If it's love let me hold my breath.

Me: *jokingly* Heck, sorry I'm not perfect, geez.
Him: We're looking at a scale of 1-12, easily you're at an 11.5.
Me: SWEET! I'm up there! And your subliminal messaging for dress wearing just failed.
Him: Damn, that obvious huh.