To You (you know who you are ;) )

Actually it would have been four hours if we hadn't kept losing each other.... and if I didn't have to work..

That video that the link was to made me laugh, but I think it fits some.... Not everything, obviously, since I can't touch you... But other things I think fit..
I know it's too soon to say what will happen in the future, but whatever happens, wherever things go, I think we'll find a way to make that dream of yours come true... Because I want it too.....

It might not be perfect, but who needs perfection? Not me. Not when I feel like I have something better.

And if you don't know what that something is, I'm just have to make things happen even sooner :P

But honestly, I know every time I say, "If you want me to - " you kind of tease me, but I'm saying it again anyway... Well, it's implied, at any rate..

So, the question is:
Would it be better for you to be all alone in Austria, so far away, or still not close enough to me in New Orleans?

Because I'm pretty sure that both of those options suck....

It seems right now Cali is probably out of the question, but there are a million places in the world, and I'd like to be in any of them if it meant you were with me.... Cuz I'm falling hard for you, too...

And I may be insane, but at least I'm enthusiastic about it..... And I have always wanted to go somewhere outside the US..... Not 'cause I don't like it here, I just have this urge to travel a bit..

Is it falling into place yet? Or should I just come right out and say it??

But if you figured it out, I think I would..... I think maybe I just might... I can't be certain yet..... It's all kind of fast.. But it's like people say - that it's like a rollercoaster - cuz even though it's fast, and making me dizzy, it's also making me really happy, and I wouldn't get off even if I thought that I could......

I'd be more insane, I think, to let you slip through my fingers than to spend every cent I have just so I could see you......

And I don't care... 'Cuz I care more about you..........

So I think I like being crazy... And I don't mind.. if you don't mind..... and so long as you're crazy with me.. xD

Take My Hand

I want to tell you you're Beautiful
I want to say I think I love you
I want to tell you not to go There
Come, take My Hand, be with me, Here


but I'm afraid you'll run away
if I tell you I think of you all day


can't we take this chance?
run across the ocean, dance
hand in hand; me to you, you to me -
and everyone can let Us be


take my hand, frown upside down
I will spin you around and around


Austrian Butterflies in my belly
i hope they never leave


take my hand, don't run away
even if all we do is sit here
'til the end of days

Want You

so scared, but so fully aware
that i want you
help me, pick me up and fly me
up to the top of your stair case
i can float on my own, you say
i tell you i want you
you dont want to hurt me, drop me
let me fall, i can get up on my own
just help me get to our place
my head is fighting my heart,
i dont want to scare you, hurt you,
make it so
you fail, flail, and fall, fall apart
but i want you
if i could see the end of us
and know where we're going
if i could know how it would go
and see we wouldn't be happy,
i think i'd still want to do it all
as long as i am not the reason you fall
because i want you
but i'll wait, no matter what you say
if you do want to be with me,
i'll wait for you....
i don't want to chance another,
I want you.

Hello, Woe (1 of 5)

Angry, i'm home Alone -
knock, knock, knock -
i peer through the hole,
and undo the lock.

a plain face Stares,
a Smiling Girl,
all in Black -
cheap tiara among curl.

i don't know her,
but feel i do;
She asks to come in,
and i allow her to.

i am Cautious,
but we start talking -
her Jokes are cruel,
her Silences disturbing.....

her voice is grating,
like Glass in a blender -
her name is Woe.
her lips are slender,

teeth: pointed, Sharp -
eyes gleaming - suddenly Red -
the smell of her breath
could wake the dead.....

i try to hide my Fear,
and rush her out -
say i must to work -
and lock the door behind.

She pounds its wood,
screaming shrilly -
Protesting that She
will never leave.