Blue October : "Calling You"

I thought that this was a good song. And I can't get it out of my head now. The Italics are what I added to make it applicable to me.

Theres something that i cant quite explain
i'm so in love with you
(I know) you'll never take that away

and if i said a hundred times before
expect a thousand more
(I know) you'll never take that away

well expect me to be
calling you to see
if you're ok when i'm not around
asking if you love me
i love the way you make it sound
calling you to see
do i try too hard to make you smile
to make a smile

well i will keep calling you to see
if you're sleepin are you dreamin and
if you're dreamin are you dreamin of me
i cant believe
you actually picked...me

i thought that the world had lost its sway
(its so hard sometimes)
then i fell in love with you
(then came you)
and you took that away (the thought that the world had lost it's sway. Not my love)
(its not so difficult, the world is not so difficult)
you take away the old
show me the new
and i feel like i can fly
when i stand next to you
so what if I'm on this phone
a hundred miles from home
i take the words you gave
and send them back to you

i only want to see
if you're ok when i'm not around
asking if you love me
i love the way you make it sound
calling you to see
do i try too hard to make you smile
to make a smile

i will keep calling you to see
if you're sleepin are you dreamin and
if you're dreamin are you dreamin of me
i cant believe
you actually picked...me

well i will keep calling you to see
if you're sleepin are you dreamin and
if you're dreamin are you dreamin of me
i cant believe
you actually picked...me

i will keep calling you to see
if you're sleepin are you dreamin and
if you're dreamin are you dreamin of me
i cant believe
you actually picked...me

Hoobastank : "The Reason"

Wow, Yeah...

i'm not a perfect person, there are many things i wish i didn't do
but i continue learning. i never meant to do those things to you
and so i have to say before i go, that i just want you to know

i've found a reason for me, to change who i used to be
a reason to start over new, and the reason is you

i'm sorry that i hurt you, its something i must live with everyday
and all the pain i put you through, i wish that i could take it all away
and be the one who catches your tears, thats why i need you to hear

i'm not a perfect person, i never meant to do those things to you
and so i hate to say before i go, that i just want you to know

i've found a reason for me, to change who i used to be
a reason to start over new, and the reason is you
i've found a reason to show a side of me you didn't know
a reason for all that i do, and that reason is you

Poem Two

You always said you love me,
You never let me down.
You've always been rememberd,
Whenever I left town.

I don't know what to do,
Now that I need a break.
I wanted only to be with you,
Now I want to jump in a lake.

I would have tried cutting,
For some it works so well.
But I don't have the nerve,
So I stay in my personal hell.

My nerve would allow the pain,
It would allow the blood.
But I fear going to far,
And setting loose a flood.

I don't want to cause you trouble,
Don't want to cause you pain.
But now I don't know how to talk to you,
I've got nothing left to gain.

I only seemed to hurt you,
Only seemed to make it worse.
So I'm not going to write,
One more crappy verse.

Poem One

I wish I could see everything you need.
I wish I could be everything you deserve.
I wish I could know everything to do.
Cause I know that you need me to.

I don't know everything about the way you feel.
I don't know how to react to everything you say.
No one has ever been so open with me.
But I hope that you will always be.

I just want you to be happy.
I will ALWAYS try to help you.
I don't want you to struggle.
I want you to be at ease.

Please don't worry on my account.
I love you, now and forever.
Things may take a while to pan out.
But in the end we will be together.

By the way, I know I suck at poetry.

Secret Agent X

SAX – Secret Agent X … The nickname had stuck since the dance when he had been told he looked like a secret agent standing there unwavering while his friends danced. He couldn’t dance, but he told them that he didn’t want to. He wanted to. Now he relied on this second persona to take him through the hard times. When he was feeling low, had to cope he would put on his darkest clothes and just stoically take what the world could deal out. Bring it on.

Now he was dressed in his black turtleneck sweater, leather bomber jacket, blue jeans, black boots, and his cowboy hat. The most menacing piece of apparel was the Ray bans. Prescription silvered ray bans. To block out the world and all the happy sunlight with it.

He was trying to be as closed and inconspicuous on the elevator as possible so everyone would just ignore him. Everyone did; except the baby girl on the other side. Her liquid eyes just stared at him. He began to melt. Nothing calmed him more than a baby’s eyes. The innocence consumed him and made him feel wonderful. The moment passed as the mother walked out carrying the sanctuary and the walls of the world came crashing down again.

Car Trouble

Collar turned up against the cold he walks to his car. Alone. Not for the first time he regrets ever taking the job. It has alienated him from his family, his friends, and her. It is she that he misses the most. The way she laughs, the way her eyes lit up when she saw him come in the door, the way he felt when he was around her

He can feel himself falling apart. Being without her has made even the slightest things tip him over the edge. He took it out on her; now he doesn’t know what to do. No one cares to talk to him. He is alone. He fights his battles; trying to figure how to get back to her. He keeps on failing. He needs her so bad it hurts inside. He often wishes he had the courage to let the pain out. He often wonders if it would help.

He wishes he could take back the attitude that he had shown her. Wishes he didn’t even have a dark side. But he does, and he doesn’t know how to let it out. He wishes he could be perfect, wishes he didn’t have his problems. But when he looks at the big picture of his life, when he looks around in retrospection, on inter reflection. He would rather have every problem in the world, than have her have any.

Yay, I'm A Llama Again

Seems fitting for my blog name. I dunno