One of our songs

The way it carries me though

On the roughest of days

Calms my corrugated fears

And exploits my tainted ways

It bashes weary tears

And then floods you with guilt

Tears the hinges off your soul

And lets all of loves petals wilt

At just the right moment

It will turn you around

Fill your eyes with love

Then shove you to the ground

How dare you, who are you

To say all my words

All the things I live to know

All the feelings that never want to emerge

I give this to you

No, I give this to you

No you gave this to me

Because it says it all

I'll live by this and you live by that

Rest my heart on a tune

Or a word in a note

See the place that we went

When that song was wrote

Nothing ever changes

And nothing ever will

the song will always be ours

but the words sustain our heart

and another voice

will always come along

and grace us with another

one of our songs.


ES - 10/06

Things I have a tendency to do...

I tend to wear crazy pants... just because I can.
I tend to make up silly songs and speak in voices... just because I'm good at it.
I tend to follow the rules... and I say its because I'm a mother.
I tend to eat things I shouldn't, really fast... so I don't have to share.
I tend to sleep very still and in a small space... to not to wake the beast.
I tend to buy or pour a cup of coffee... and then not drink it.
I tend to use a lot of post-it notes... so random information sticks with me.
I tend to clap in the car... because it makes me feel good.
I tend to listen to one cd incessantly... right now it's Jason Mraz.
I tend to enjoy eating microwave popcorn at night... because its my favorite snack.
I tend to zone out a lot... and I think its because I'm taking it all in.
I tend to forget peoples names... but I never ever forget a face.
I tend to procrastinate little easy things... and I know its dumb.
I tend to chew and pick at my fingernails... and I hate it more than anything.
I tend to laugh at childish silly things... because laughter never hurts.
I tend to keep the most random of things... to symbolize a happy memory of my past.
I tend to thank my lucky stars... for the beautiful woman in my life.
I tend to sneeze... more than 7 times in a row.
I tend to clear my throat... and sound like a machine gun.
I tend to hug my kids... every chance I get.
I tend to love... and love big.