A.

tell me yours; I'll tell you mine

[sevensolucky]

If you could share a secret with me, what’s the deepest you could go?

[sevensolucky]

I wonder if

I will ever feel

Like I am enough.

As if I measure up

Or fall short

On some world wide scale

Of inadequacy.

I wonder if

Inevitably

Things will change.

And I will feel

Like I,

Myself,

Am enough for you.

[sevensolucky]

I’m not afraid of anything.

This I promise.

But I will also add, that I,

Strongly and deeply,

Fear everything.

[sevensolucky]

Remember skipping class

To spend more time together?

We used to sneak into and out

Of each other’s houses

In risk of being caught

Only to do it that much more if we did.

We used to surprise each other

And disappoint each other

And argue just to make up.

We used to laugh at each other

But pick each other up

And support each other

Even if that meant

Encouraging distance.

And one day the distance

Caught up with us

Only to make us realize

That we would be going different ways.

But we still took turns trying to hold on

And pull us back together.

And though that never happened,

I will forever feel a part of you

Being a part of me

And remembering all the times

We would get in trouble

Just to spend a few more minutes together

[sevensolucky]

How crazy is it to think

That one day we

Will no longer be a we.

It’s hard to imagine

A life without you

And yet I very well know

That one day I may have to.

[sevensolucky]

And when the clouds roll in

I hope you welcome the storm.

I hope you enjoy the lightning

And the soothing rhythm of thunder.

I hope it takes you down a road

That intimidates you just enough

To let you experience personal growth.

And when those clouds dissipate

I hope you come out with a few stories.

I hope you come out new and daring.

And I hope you become

Your own kind of storm.

[sevensolucky]

When you're a kid, you're scared of monsters under the bed. The tragic part is, when you grow up, you realize they're everywhere and that bad things happen every day to people both good and bad. The beautiful part is, you have a choice to let it strengthen you and soften you to the harshness in the world. You have a choice to not let the negative parts of the world crush you and make you hard and angry and resentful. Life can be pretty hard. But if you so choose, it doesn't have to be lonely and disappointing - it can be beautiful and hopeful. Every day that you wake up, you have a choice to make. And I hope you always make the choice to be courageous, happy, and hopeful.

[sevensolucky]

Crazy to think

That you were at first

Exactly what I needed

To calm me down

And bring me back

From up in the clouds.

But then you were

Exactly what ruined me.

You tore up the past

And let it haunt our present

You broke your promises

You broke me

In ways I didn’t even know

And I was left

Bitter and breaking

Putting myself back together

[sevensolucky]

Why do we seek so hard to define

What is right and what is wrong?

For I cannot think of a single thing

That is all one or all another.

There is no black and white.

There is no grey.

There is only beautiful colors.

Colors painted in emotions.

Schemes painted in stories.

And bold compositions

When combined.

[sevensolucky]

Nevermore

Is what is known.

But dare I say

I'd much prefer

Forever more.

[sevensolucky]

How crazy it is

That millions of lives carry on

Under the same moon.

[sevensolucky]

I sat and listened to the waves.

They came crashing in.

But gently

Rhythmically

Consistently different

If you listened closely.

I sat and thought about it.

Are we really that different?

Gentle - rhythmic.

Consistently different.

[sevensolucky]

It was a gentle morning

Of you endlessly tracing my body

Searching it like a map

And me staying wrapped around you.

[sevensolucky]

The story of the love

That lovers can't seem to make work

Seems to me to be

The most tragically beautiful.

For you must look hard to see

The unfailing passion.

The unfailing hope

That two people hold

Only for each other.

[sevensolucky]

You have to figure out what's real.

You have to learn to separate

What is happening to you

And what your dreams tell you.

Your dreams, sometimes valid,

Are simply mere illusion.

Figments of your past

Playing an imaginative future.

And if you listen to them

You could lose who you really are.

[sevensolucky]

How crazy is all of this.

That no matter how far we drift

That gravity brings us back together.

Just once in awhile.

But just enough

To remember it all too well.

[sevensolucky]

The idea of growing old

Definitely scares me.

Becoming weak and dependent

Isn't quite for me.

But the idea of growing old

With someone like you

Somehow makes me feel

A sense of coming home.

A sense of belonging.