Broken Dreams Boulevard

This is my Boulevard of Broken Dreams. I walk alone, I walk alone. I have to watch my steps now because the tree roots are beginning to tear up the road. There used to be people staring down through the building windows at me, now it is only the strangling branches of life. There is no one here but me. I walk alone, I walk alone.

I can see through a shop display my old grand piano, it too is run over by plant life. But I can hear music and people inside the shop, I want to join them, to get in. I can't. The building is locked and I continue on. I walk alone, I walk alone.

The road soon forks into two, and on the right, I can almost see through the mist a girl, playing the guitar and singing quietly to herself. I watch her for a moment and then turn to the left road. I walk alone, I walk alone.

Soon, down this road I find that the shops are more lively. As I peer through the store windows there are great stories taking place inside them, masterpieces even. But one by one, the characters in each tale soon freeze and stare at me, waiting. I move on. I walk alone, I walk alone.

The clouds get darker, and it begins to rain. The puddles form in my destroyed road. As I'm walking I avoid a large puddle... But as soon as I have successfully passed it, I turn around and slam my feet into it. The water sprays my face and I smile. I walk alone, I walk alone. 

The buildings on the road eventually begin to deteriorate to nothing. The broken road ends in a small circle, with a yellow sign in the middle that says, DEAD END. I go to the center of the circle and sit crossed-legged, waiting. Alone.

Thinkin' About You!

Its hard to think about what I'm going to do or say when I ask you to homecoming.
I found this little card at Walmart with weird bunnies on it, but on the front it said
"I'm Thinkin' About You!"

I laugh to myself, I am thinkin' about you...
In fact, I'm thinkin' about you just like all these cards think about being cheesy
Just like a spinny-hug thinks about being queasy

And like a teenager thinks about catching those free Z's

Heck girl I'm thinkin' about you like ukuleles think about beaches
Like tastebuds think about those sweet Macana peaches
And just like women think about going back to Venus

Girl, I tell ya, I'm thinkin' about you so much I don't know what to do
I'm thinkin' I'm maybe thinkin' about falling in love with you

I really hope your thinkin' about me too

What is Love?

Love is capturing the moment, and then holding on to it. Love is learning to play an instrument.
 Love is wandering your way through the shadows to find the light. And love is being lost. Love is a wish, a hope, and a curse. Love is a 240 Ton freight train barreling at 80 Miles-Per-Hour and will not be stopped. Love is The Force, there's a good side and a bad.


Love, is in the rain. Love is a teardrop or two. 
Love is a prison while at the same time a paradise. Love is dancing when there's no music and crying because of joy. Love is the opposite of the rest of the world. Love is whatever someone makes of it. So, love is all yours. Embrace it.