Love is a Battlefield

The songs that make me want to take my broken pieces and try again


Someone is waiting
Someone who understands exactly how you feel
Exactly how you feel..
Someone is dreaming
Someone is hoping just that this will be the day
That this will be the day..
That you take your eyes off the ground
Out of the blue
And see that someone is looking right
Back at you..
Maybe that someone's me
Maybe it's meant to be
Lovers, strangersSometimes bombs fall quietly..
Maybe it's chemistry
Maybe it's hard to see that someone is the right oneI hope that someone is me..
Nobody's perfect
Nobody's perfect no one really knows the truth
All we've got's a point of view..
And there's too many questions
There's too many questions
and too many reasons not to try
There's too many reasons not to try..
But you should take your eyes off the ground
Out of the blueAnd see that
someone is looking rightBack at you..


If you hear this
Wherever you are
Just know I need you here
I need you near me now
You were brighter than the pale white moon
Reflected in your eyes
So I guess it's no surprise
I can'r forget youNo matter what I do
I will always carry you
In my heart
You'll always be my shooting star
Autumn days will fade away
But memories will always stay the same
I'm hoping you will never change
Don't ever change
I just need to slow down for awhile
I'm missing your warm smile and the way you used to say
Stay with me till the daylight breaks
No matter what it takes
Just say you'll stayJust say you'll stay
I will always carry you
In my heart
You'll always be my shooting star
Autumn days will fade away
But memories will always stay the same
I'm hoping you will never change
Don't ever change

Ten nine eight

ONE: I am completely and utterly addicted to my phone :( I can't be without it and it depresses me when no one texts me. I know right?

TWO: I always fall for my guy friends, its probably some twisted karma thing that I always get put in the 'friend zone' anyway, but its really true.

THREE: I'm bad at being by myself, I'd rather be shovelling gravel than sitting watching TV alone with my thoughts.

FOUR: I'm far too trusting in the true goodness in people which more often then not crushes my feelings like a blow from the Hulk's fist.

FIVE: I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up, and I don't want to grow up really. The only things I know I want are love and kids.

SIX: I don't think anyone has ever loved me and I'm not sure that anyone ever could

SEVEN: Sometimes I look in the mirror and say 'wow, who's that girl?' and think I actually look pretty, then I turn back and see that I was horribly mistaken

EIGHT: I hate my job . . . that's really no secret but I figured I'd throw it in there

NINE: I'd rather have something that hurts more then nothing . . . thats so wrong and masochistic but maybe the pain makes me realize I'm alive

TEN: I often wonder if I'm worth it. . .

give 'em something to talk about

I want write something intelligent. I want to be part of a future that makes a difference not only to me, but to everyone. I want to find a lost dream and make it known to the world. I want to scream at no one in particular. I want to have belief so strong that will make the stars shine brighter just because I have faith in them. I want to try something I know I'm incapable of. I want to look in the mirror and see beauty in my flaws, knowing that without them I would not be me. I want to feel loved, not physically or verbally, just to feel it through revelation or chance. I want to fill a book with random thoughts. I want to dance for no reason. I want to be me and no one else . . . . I want to matter to someone worth mattering to

Goodbye my almost lover . . .

Today is that day, the one you never want to come.
Its that dreaded day when the nightmares you had been dreading aren't so far fetched.

My friend Natalie Eickmeyer once wrote, "would you believe I heard the sound when your world hit the ground." Well my world didn't just hit, it crashed. . . . did you hear it?

How do you let go of something you can't imagine life without. How can you turn the switch to love off. . . and is there ever a day when you'd rather not feel then feel that awful aching pain of goodbye?