fumbling idiot
Don’t know how to say it
Hard enough to say anything
Working just to breath
Words just won’t come right out
Trying to finish a sentence
Trying to believe
In me
I have to
have to
speak them to you
I know I can be a fumbling idiot
like when we met
And I know that if I am to trip
It’s the one time you’re looking at me
We’ve been friends for awhile
You know almost everything
Here I go,
Breath
1, 2, 3
I was normal before I met you
Thought I knew best
Confident
Exactly what I wanted to do
Where I wanted to be
How I wanted to dress
My intent
And then I looked into your eyes
Immediately under your spell
Don’t know how I got the words out then
As your hand touched mine
Caught me as I fell
Now here I am
Trying to stand
Keep steady
As I tell you
What my heart desires
Try to tell you
About how
It’s been building
This fire
Within
How I have
Been playing
With it
Playing pretend
We’ve been friends for awhile
You know almost everything
Here I go,
Breath
1, 2, 3
I was normal before I met you
Thought I knew best
Confident
Exactly what I wanted to do
Where I wanted to be
How I wanted to dress
My intent
And then I looked into your eyes
Immediately under your spell
Don’t know how I got the words out then
As your hand touched mine
Caught me as I fell
So…
Tell me you thought it too
Tell me you been wondering how
You would
Tell me
Tell me now
Tell me
You thought I was radiant
When we met
Knew exactly what I wanted to do
Where I wanted to be
You thought I looked hot in my dress
So content
And then you looked in my eyes
And felt the sparks fly
Don’t know what was said
As my hand touched yours
Just knew you wanted more
We’ve been friends for awhile
You know almost everything
Here we go,
Breath
1, 2, 3
sherocks
they say to of loved and lost is better than to have never loved at all...is that the same for writing? to of wrote and never be read is better than to never have wrote at all??? and so here are my writings for all the world to see....love is a universal language, and im sure my heartaches and joys are shared by millions of people everyday, so hopefully you relate to what i have felt. "I was regretting the past and fearing the future. Suddenly God was speaking, "My name is 'I am'". I waited. God continued, "When you live in the past, with its mistakes and regrets, it is hard. I am not there. My name is not 'I was.' When you live in the future, with its problems and fears, it is hard. I am not there. My name is not 'I will be.' When you live in this moment, it is not hard. I am here. My name is 'I am.' As seen on the kitchen wall of Saint Benedict´s Monastery. Who is SheRocks??? Just a gurl who has been through the ups and downs of love and then some :-) These are some of the writings I have written throughout the years, and continually writing.