Talking Out of Turn?: November 2010

Dreamer

If I told you I had a dream,
would you laugh or smile kindly?
would you encourage me or shoot me down?
would you cry in despair or in joy?
What if I told you I just wanted
to be noticed not famous,
acknowledged not ridiculed,
just seen plainly for what I do,
and all I love,
not for what I've left behind
and surely not for where
I'm going because I don't know,
I just know that this is me,
right here and now,
and I don't need anything more
or anything less,
because this is the moment
and I'm living in it.
All I think is happiness.

Time

With all these crazy thoughts
and crazy dreams,
I'm still just me,
A girl at sixteen holding
a pen that has a life of
it's own.
I wonder if in years to
come will I remember how
I was, how I am,
Will I smile as I remember
the days, the conversations
both light and heavy, the
pictures of friends and places.
Well I think I will,
And I hope I will look back
on myself and think;
"She was so strong_ She did
what was right_ She was so
smart, so talented, so funny_
She was kind and loved by many_
She was beautiful, if only she had known it."

Something True

I hear it, the music rising and
flying through me like
nothing on earth,
The very thought of you just
sends my heart into convulsions
of happiness,
I feel like my whole body
is glowing for all the world to see,
It makes me proud that it's
only you that can make me
feel this way,
Because I know every single
note I hear is a part of
you,
And as I slowly close my
eyes the music rises then
falls to a lullaby,
It sends me to a dream
where I lie in your arms and
listen to your voice...
I sleep feeling safe,
with a smile on my face.