-Eternity is Ours-It's the simple things we dothat have transformed our nightmares into dreams,Our anger and anguish into potent passion,the past into smudges on cracked camera lenses meant to see new faces, new light..... new places. It is the simple things we have done that have pulled our ambitionsfrom miles away into an arm's length of love.No amount of cash or fabulous friends Nor supermodel bodies or reputations fit for famecould manage to overwhelm the strength of an inside jokea smile, a flash of the eyes or a twirl of your fingertipsin my hair as we sleep. - we have built something more powerful than trivial "love"- trivial need superficial adoration. &
I Will Listen.I met a man once at the worst of timesHe had a guitar, no crowd to welcome himI said, "Why do play when no one hears you sing.."He said, "It's how I pass the time, with no one listening.."So I told him.I will listen.I met a man once when I was weakI think he noticed it, could see it inside meHe said, "Why do you fall for men who cannot love.."I said, "It's how I pass the time, I try to teach them..."So he asked me to.Teach him too.But this faithful heart had hidden thoughtsOf fame to gain and women to flauntI was just a string that he played upon...Another note he carelessly penned down.So I took my things.Gave him one last look.And saved myself.But it's funny how the man still blames me...For innocence that he tore from me..And though I may be a trophy on his shelf.Now he spends his time listening to himself.And he still blames meyes he still blames mefor what I didn't see..what I didnt see..