And All Along, It Was Just The Intermission, Not A Failure

Waking up at night
There's a face pressed against your window glass
But it vanishes, it just can't last
Cause I can't make myself get you back
For keeping your love from me
But the bile still rises to my throat
When I feel so trapped and alone
I need friends, I need enemies
To talk to, to fight with all the time
Because living your life under bedsheets sucks

I made a wish at 11:11
But it never left the safety of my tongue
And I wish for love ever moment of when I do
The memories of times alone and together blend and blur
And mix together in to you
If you just put your hand in mine
And I, mine in yours
Then we could block out this aching world
I'm waiting for your reply, but it isn't coming
So we sit, and stare at the stars from the roof of your parents house
Where our hearts used to talk

I'll Try To Hold You In, Even Though You're Mostly Just A Beautiful Feeling

No matter what words I choose
They never work out right
Because none of them ever say
Anything about how I'm thinking about you all night
I'm praying for love
And maybe a little more
Than "just friends"

I'm afraid to say
That I wouldn't be caught dead in a graveyard like this
But that doesn't stop me now
Not after last night
Not after the sound of your voice
And the sound of my heart coming back together
There never was a more beautiful collision

There isn't much between you and me
Just some doubt, and one or two vague wishes
I'm so tired of writing poems for someone who doesn't realize it
And it's such a problem when my inspiration is not getting what
I want
Just say "one more night"
I'll try to make it up to you one very last time
Cause, see, you're just like a sunrise to me
Only sweeter

It's Funny How You Look In The Mirror And Talk To Yourself, Saying "She Looks Just Like You..."

[This poem is dedicated to my friend Dani]

The lights come on
And so do you
Then the rest of us file out on stage
To entertain for the night in our own special way
And I swear, this whole world never seemed so alive
With the moon shining down and the people all around

You get chills in the dark
'Cause there's someone waiting by the backdoor of the building
You can't make who it is out through the dark
But that doesn't matter, 'cause it's me
And I leave before you can notice that it's me
Oh, there shouldn't have been any turning back that night
I hope you understand that that whole thing was an accident
Only caused by sentiment and instinct
But there shouldn't have been any turning back last night
Because I've always been told that the hard thing is what's right

I hope that this is whole thing isn't just a dream
Or maybe a sweet nightmare
I just need to break out and wake up
And look out the window and find out if out there lies disaster
Or paradise
Which ever it is, I'll just laugh
Because after sleeping for so long, any reality is a relief

You're not who you think you are
And neither am I
Again, I just have to laugh at the disaster outside
Maybe I'll take my bike out for a ride
Just to see if I can outrace myself for a little while
I didn't think that you'd need to escape too
But that could be the only reason to make you ride so fast
And maybe the realization wouldn't have hurt so much
If it hadn't come so swiftly around that corner

(All your friends say you're too far gone
But I say not, unless they're afraid of walking at night
Because I prowl the streets looking for someone
And it could be anyone, especially you)

She's Not My Girlfriend, But This Is Too Good A Love Poem For A Single Boy

Can you tell me with a straight face
That this isn't what you wanted?
Because I'd change for you (in fact, I already have)
Just to be who you want your boy to be
(But I have a feeling you just want me to be who I want to be)
Here's a question for all the sharp minds out there
How can I be what she wants me to be? and still be the perfect boy?
'Cause what she wants for me and what she wants for herself are two seperate things
I feel bad, because the shock sets in
And I don't know what to do

Now here's a dilemma
I can be the perfect me
Which can be the perfect boy
For I've got a quicker wit
A more tender touch and a way better love
Than any of those blonde-haired, blue-eyed, ten girls a minute men
For brown and quiet is a poet's soul
And all poets are lovers in some deep, sensual way
This is a poem and a song
To you, my valentine that I never sent
And the road that I never went
Traveling down. that lonely sound
Haunts me when I sleep
The sound of happiness
And the scent of someone else on your mind
Can we just get together
And find out who we really are?

(I love you. Honestly. I do.
Even from a million miles away
From the darkest night through the brightest day
You and your memory is never far away)

Just Let Your Doubts Be Quiet; They'll Go Away

I'm writing you a love note from a million miles away
Imagining you in the sweet summer night
Thinking of you during the heat of the day
Tell me who you want tonight
I'll tell you if you're right
We've both waited so long, for a love so true
And all we've found are failures, making us blue
I'm sure it could last, me and you
Because four times over I've bit my tongue when you called another winner
And I've washed your decks for what seems like years
After every storm you sail through
Hey, Miss Golden Girl
Do you think you could take a chance on a boy like me?
One who's too weak to let you down
And too noble to tell you what to do, except be happy
And hopefully, with me

I know I know I know I know
That you've said that you're not the one for me
But, girl, how can you say that
When you don't know how I feel? or how we could be so free?