Saturday, July 11, 2009

Fragments

Random fragments of thought that have a special meaning in my brain right now.

I will always love you.

Desperado, you'd better come to your senses, come down from those fences and open the gate... it may be raining, but there's a rainbow above you... you'd better let somebody love you before it's too late.

Lay me down with a ghost, 'cause anything's better than alone.

Some believe in destiny, some believe in fate, I believe that happiness is something we create.

I stand for the power to change, I live for the perfect day, I love till it hurts like crazy, I hope for a hero to save me.

There's only us, there's only this... forget regret, or life is yours to miss... no other road, no other way, no day but today. I can't control my destiny, I trust my soul, my only hope is just to be... there's only now, there's only here... give in to love or live in fear.

Take me for what I am... who I was meant to be... and if you give a damn... take me, baby... or leave me.

I am more than you know... streetlights and open roads... I am more than a face, stuck living in one place.

Off into the world we go, planning futures, shaping years... love bursts in and suddenly all our wisdom disappears... love makes fools of everyone, all the rules we made are broken, yes love, love changes everything... live or perish in its flame... love will never, never let you be the same.

All along, all I ever wanted was to be the light when you life was daunting, but I can't see mine when I feel as though you're pushing me away. Well, who's to blame? Are we making the right choices? 'Cause we can't be sure if we're hearing our own voices as we close the door even though we are so desperate to stay.

Tough, you think you've got the stuff, you're telling me and anyone you're hard enough... you don't have to put up a fight, you don't have to always be right.. let me take some of the punches for you tonight. Listen to me now, I need to let you know you don't have to go in alone... and it's you when I look in the mirror, and it's you when I don't pick up the phone... sometimes you can't make it on your own.

Now I'm glad I didn't know the way it all would end, the way it all would go... Our lives are better left to chance... I could have missed the pain but I'd have had to miss the dance.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Indirect object?

Grace said...

Too many to mention.