If I could give
ev
er
y
th
ing
to be yours,
don’t you think I would?
But,
lover mine,
don’t we agree?
We shouldn’t have to give
an
y
th
ing
because love
is free.
Love is butterflies
in Summer,
and snow
in Winter.
It is the crunchy leaves,
the sound of the wind in the
boughs.
It is in the
late blooms
of the tulips.
It is the laughter
of the innocent children
who don’t know that their innocence isn’t
permanent.
So, lover mine,
I will give you
n
o
t
h
i
n
g
but love
because love is
natural,
not
gifts.
The roses
lead me
straight to him,
but I walked past my love
and I ignored his advances.
I walked into the icy tundra,
my lips blue, my heart frozen,
and he followed me there,
and yet I ignored his advances.
I walked through the dry desert,
my throat dusted with dirt,
and he followed me there,
and yet I ignored his advances.
So, when I went back to
the roses,
and my love was not there,
I was confused,
and I was lost
to him.
Ev
ery
day
I
starve
my
self.
I
hate
and
hate
and
hate,
for
get
ting
love
and
love
and
love.
I
would
go
to
church
and
hate
and
hate
and
hate.
I
lis
ten
ed
to
the
"Word
of
God"
and
the
les
sons
love
(your
self)
and
love
(your
neigh
bor)
and
love
(your
en
em
y)
and
I
would
think
think
think
"WHERE
IS
THAT
FOR
ME?"
and
I
would
hate
and
hate
and
hate.
Hate
my
family,
they
have
nev
er
paid
at
ten
tion
to
me
starve
starve
starv
ing
my
self.
And
they
thought
I
was
per
fect
(or
near
per
fect,
be
cause
no
one
is
per
fect).
Per
fect
Chris
I was alive when you were dead,
and when you were alive again,
I was still alive.
But, I was alive when you were dead.
You went through the motions of you,
sometimes, when we were one,
I think I thought you were alive.
And to be true,
when you first were alive again,
I was dead.
But I'm alive now,
and you're alive now,
and we're alive separately.
That's scary,
not because we're separate,
but because we're alive.
I think the reason you were dead
is because you picked up on this first:
Alive is frightening.
Alive means:
You can get hurt,
or you can fly,
or so many other things
that you never felt before
you can now feel.
Grab your backpack
fill it with food and clothes and love,
leave behind things you do not need.
You don't need that baggage,
just this backpack.
Grab your backpack,
let us away,
away from now and change.
Let us see what is new,
and let us see what is wonderful.
Saving grace and keeping face
And I fall as I fail and I fail and I flail,
You say you're here, gonna catch me, gonna find me,
Gotta catch me, gotta learn me, to do that.
You gotta understand I'm not the type of girl that
just falls like that; I'm the type of girl that kinda falls flat.
And you gotta know as I grow that I'm gonna do that, try that, be that.
I feel you here, feelin for me, you gotta see from this view,
the angel, the angle, the lighting and the fighting,
a different view, a different girl.
And I know you don't get it, like you got it to begin with,
but you have to know I'm a fighter, I'm a lover, I'm a flighter
Y
If I could give
ev
er
y
th
ing
to be yours,
don’t you think I would?
But,
lover mine,
don’t we agree?
We shouldn’t have to give
an
y
th
ing
because love
is free.
Love is butterflies
in Summer,
and snow
in Winter.
It is the crunchy leaves,
the sound of the wind in the
boughs.
It is in the
late blooms
of the tulips.
It is the laughter
of the innocent children
who don’t know that their innocence isn’t
permanent.
So, lover mine,
I will give you
n
o
t
h
i
n
g
but love
because love is
natural,
not
gifts.
The roses
lead me
straight to him,
but I walked past my love
and I ignored his advances.
I walked into the icy tundra,
my lips blue, my heart frozen,
and he followed me there,
and yet I ignored his advances.
I walked through the dry desert,
my throat dusted with dirt,
and he followed me there,
and yet I ignored his advances.
So, when I went back to
the roses,
and my love was not there,
I was confused,
and I was lost
to him.
Ev
ery
day
I
starve
my
self.
I
hate
and
hate
and
hate,
for
get
ting
love
and
love
and
love.
I
would
go
to
church
and
hate
and
hate
and
hate.
I
lis
ten
ed
to
the
"Word
of
God"
and
the
les
sons
love
(your
self)
and
love
(your
neigh
bor)
and
love
(your
en
em
y)
and
I
would
think
think
think
"WHERE
IS
THAT
FOR
ME?"
and
I
would
hate
and
hate
and
hate.
Hate
my
family,
they
have
nev
er
paid
at
ten
tion
to
me
starve
starve
starv
ing
my
self.
And
they
thought
I
was
per
fect
(or
near
per
fect,
be
cause
no
one
is
per
fect).
Per
fect
Chris
I was alive when you were dead,
and when you were alive again,
I was still alive.
But, I was alive when you were dead.
You went through the motions of you,
sometimes, when we were one,
I think I thought you were alive.
And to be true,
when you first were alive again,
I was dead.
But I'm alive now,
and you're alive now,
and we're alive separately.
That's scary,
not because we're separate,
but because we're alive.
I think the reason you were dead
is because you picked up on this first:
Alive is frightening.
Alive means:
You can get hurt,
or you can fly,
or so many other things
that you never felt before
you can now feel.
Grab your backpack
fill it with food and clothes and love,
leave behind things you do not need.
You don't need that baggage,
just this backpack.
Grab your backpack,
let us away,
away from now and change.
Let us see what is new,
and let us see what is wonderful.
Saving grace and keeping face
And I fall as I fail and I fail and I flail,
You say you're here, gonna catch me, gonna find me,
Gotta catch me, gotta learn me, to do that.
You gotta understand I'm not the type of girl that
just falls like that; I'm the type of girl that kinda falls flat.
And you gotta know as I grow that I'm gonna do that, try that, be that.
I feel you here, feelin for me, you gotta see from this view,
the angel, the angle, the lighting and the fighting,
a different view, a different girl.
And I know you don't get it, like you got it to begin with,
but you have to know I'm a fighter, I'm a lover, I'm a flighter
Y
Misuse of the word ironic. Ironic is like an oxymoron only in sentence form. It does not mean that you didn't think it would be different. (Example of how NOT to use "ironic" in a sentence: "I think it's ironic how goats are black and white".)
People that sit on both sides of the hallway with their feet sticking out so you have to step over them to get to the bathroom. Seriously, Drunky McDrunkenson, stop doing that.
People who yell "ROSE!" when they could just as easily knock on the door and say, "My dearest Rose, please DO open the door. I feel I may be annoying the sh*t out of everyone on the floor".
Not having good coffee. This is
I am just going to
sit here
thinking about you
watching my email
knowing you aren't going to email me
remembering you have a girlfriend
hating myself for it.
HAPPY TURKEY KILLING DAY!!
Hey for all you people who want scarves!!!
We need to plan a yarn shopping trip.
Prices-add price of yarn to:
~Single color (w/ or w/o fringe)-$5
~Stripes (w/ or w/o fringe)-$10
~Patterns (I'll get a pic up of a sampler)-varies
Lots of knitty love!
~Drea
PS-I do not accept payments in gum. I am not one of those people in that commercial.
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