Enero 9, 2009

My mouth is numb, its just like novacaine.
And my words are blunted and crooked.
My thoughts, they don’t connect;
Its like I’m playing connect the dots in my mind,
but not following the rules.
So the words, they spill all over the room,
Disconnected and sloppy.
And the room, it spins, just like the thoughts in my head,
And I reluctantly acknowledge my loss of control.
But the best part about it all, is that you held me,
While my head and the room spun around,
While I babbled senselessly,
While I had no control.
You simply held me.


What Matter's Most

Enero 1, 2009

There comes a point in your life when you realize:
Who matters,
Who never did,
Who won’t anymore…
And who always will..
So, don’t worry about people from your past,
there’s a reason why they didn’t make it to your future..