A Flood Of Emotions Rushes Into Me.

You Don't Know What Goes On In Anyone's Life But Your Own.

You Told Me I Wrote That Poem Because I Was Afraid Of Dealing With Myself. And I Used My Mom As An Excuse, Accusing Her Of Not Appreciating Or Accepting Me, When I Should Have Been Saying Those Words Into A Mirror.

The Longer You Wait, And This Is True, The Slower The Hands Will Move.

And I Walked For Hours The Mist Growing Thick And Whole The Thought Of Disappaering Like That, So Simply, Made Me So Happy

If My Love Were An Ocean, There Would Be No More Land. If My Love Were A Desert, You Would See Only Sand. If My Love Were A Star- Late At Night, Only Light. And If My Love Could Grow Wings, I'd Be Soaring In Flight.