Stolen Dreams; Broken Hearts; a False Innocence

Well, she was precious like a flower
She grew wild, wild but innocent
A perfect prayer in a desperate hour
She was everything beautiful and different


Recently my moods have reflected that of a hollywood relationship- on and off again, on again, off again, BLOW UP, on again, off again, a ring while still off...

I dunno why! - But the probability of it being due to the issue of off-balanced feminine hormones is rare. I'm not at that point... yet.
I've been excessively geeky, unnaturally flirtascious, particularly lonely and dangerously irritable.


Stupid boy, you can't fence that in
Stupid boy, it's like holding back the wind
She let her heart and soul right in your hands
And you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans
She never even knew she had a choice and that's what happens
When the only voice she hears is telling her she can't
Stupid boy, stupid boy
Oh


The line above, about holding back the wind is my favourite of the song... and i especially love the way he sings it!


So what made you think you could take a life
And just push it push it around
I guess you build yourself up so high
You had to take her and break her down


In addition to the unexplainable moods, i've also had peculiar obsessions.

(1) Draco Malfoy: not necessarily Tom Felton- the actor who plays him in the HP movies- but his actualy character from the movies. He is just a misunderstood boy trying to find his place in the world while attempting to compete with the arrogant Harry Potter and live up to his fathers expectations...

(2) the song 'Stupid Boy' by Keith Urban, yes the one that i have set to devour my words... he is just so amazing and... i can't even begin to explain it!


She let her heart and soul right in your hands
And you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans
She never even knew she had a choice and that's what happens
When the only voice she hears is telling her she can't
You stupid boy


As some may be able to tell, i've hit another brick wall of writers-block. It's frustrating, especially when i have 3 papers to write. And one of them i was so excited to write. But now i'm sitting here, staring at the started essay, disgusted at my words... why can't i always have the power to express my thoughts in words!


Oh, you always had to be right but now you've lost
The only thing that ever made you feel alive
Yeah, yeah


Loss is a natural part of life. Games are lost, cell phones are misplaced, friends are forgotten and dreams are destroyed...


Well, she let her heart and soul right in your hands
And you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans
Yes, ya did
She never even knew she had a choice and that's what happens
When the only voice she hears is telling her she can't
You stupid boy, oh, I'm the same old
Same old stupid boy


i tend to have this habit of holding my tongue. Often, this is a good thing, as the thoughts i have can be cruel and offensive. But it also created a hole among those i am close to. More is kept from them than is shared...


It took awhile for her to figure out she could run
But when she did, she was long gone
Long gone, long gone
Ah, she's gone


i have dreams of running away, the wind whipping across my face and through my hair. Leaving all the pain, fears and isolation behind me. but i realize they won't disappear, they will merely exist beneath new disguises and under different names.

Nobody's ever gonna love me like she loved me
And she loved me, she loved me
God please, just let her know
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
Baby, yeah, I'm down on my knees
She's never coming back to me


-carved my name into his legacy-