deep think. simple say.

Our hands lingered as I fell in love… and he smiled because he knew. I had a paperback heart, creased by a tough few years and present heartaches. The colors had faded in some chapters and my spine was worn out and weak. I was anxious to see my book in good hands for once. And he kissed my wounds, seeing them as cracks to put his love in rather than scars. I have lost myself in the one I love, but I found myself too. So now I sit here, fingers hovering over keys, staring at a blank page and a few messy lines. But my thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations. For once, I’m speechless. So I think I’ll just start with our story. It’s the one that starts with me blushing shy and his eyes smiling under long lashes… And then… We were together. So I forgot the rest. I always found beauty in things that were imperfect- they are much more interesting and that made him my kind of perfect. And ever since then,

Song Melody: "Reason to Hope" by Ron Pope We climbed and stood, high on that tower In the blinding heat as the sun went down, we didn’t ask for it’s return Like gasoline on an open flame, we lit up so bright Scared you’d fly away; I’d fall apart as you looked the other way. But the only thing I’d need was this to not be a dream. And now you’re every breath I breathe. And it’s so hard You give me a reason to hope, a reason to smile as I still stand here, Maybe you’re the glimpse of the road, the patch of blue sky that I have believed in. I just need somebody to love, somebody to love, just need you to hold me; don’t let go. I need somebody to love. And it’s easy to say, that we can make it ‘cuz it’s black and white. Someday, we’ll make it. But we’re young and drunk on this blinded love. And our day came slow, and fell behind us, the dam broke down and the river surged. You were on your knees, looki

Another dry hot day comes and goes away, I just wanna go home. I close my eyes and damn, this was my favorite view, looking down over those sprinklers and red barns. To just sit there and laugh. Memorizing the stars while we finished another pop from the town pump. We cruise down Main Street just about as fast as ol’ Sheila can go, speeding at 28 mph. But it’s a Friday night, so the town shuts down early to see our team. And those cheers are heard from across town, ‘cause we just scored again. I open my eyes and take in the city lights from my third story building, only hearing the desert buzz. And that’s when the country leaks out… My eyes drift close and see those yellow lights start to flash and it means that I better head on home. Decorated storefronts and a rusty John Deer in a backyard. Our feet swing from a dropped tailgate as dust kicks at our shoes, Singing along to Hank Jr. and Shania. We me