wet love

Pitter patter , patter pitter
The sound of rain hitting an open window
the sound of an open heart beating
There's something about the way the rain hits my face as my eyes are fixed to the dark, grey skiy it has a way of warmth to it no matter how cold it really is.
Patter pitter, pitter patter

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He used to be so simple
He used to be so free
Now he spends his time locked up in his own captivity

Keepsakes..

Keep leading me to the same old things
the same old memories, the same old stories
Keep showing me the meaning of laying under the stars and relizing the sparkle i see is not from the sky above but right in front of me, with your eyes staring above at the feild of dreams layed out in front of you.
Keep , me from escaping the reality of what is yet to come, of what we could be, when we could be, if we could be.
Keep from saying the little things I may regret, it won't take much
Keep it simple, from now until forever.
Keep on leading me to believing something is there when it's not
Keep on leading me to you, while you allow her to lead you to her
Keep breaking your promises, and your apologies
Keep me from the truth, and keep me from the reality that is of never holding your hand
Keep up the good work
Keep leading me to nothing.

Keep on Keepin on!

Indecent Exposure..

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be able to breathe carelessly? to live carelessly? to be careless? But instead to have your life handed to you on a platter, when it can just as easily drift away like the pedals of a dieing flower. The sun hides her eyes from the darkness of the clouds that present themselves in front of her. The wind slowly caresses your exposed face, and wipes away all your dreams , with his attempt to live carelessly. Cars whiz on by , you keep on walking, thinking to yourself, is this what it takes to live carelessly, what is breathing carelessly when you can particularily breathe? The sun opens her eyes, and her rays gleam across your face, the clouds scurry away, the wind is now a mere breeze the once dieing flower raises her pedals with a glimpse of a new life. You ask yourself 'what am i doing, to live carelessly is to live life on the edge, but if that edge brings you too close, there is no life to live carelessly''. you take that careless breathe, the one thing in life you don't have to think about in order to survive, it just happens...carelessly. carelessly living, carelessly breathing, careless! It;s the indecent exposure to the careless sign of a helpless life.