Blank Pages

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, he’s been my best distraction.

I craved him in the most innocent form.

I craved to say goodnight and feel his lips brush my forehead.

And to hear him say that he adores me when I feel my worst.

Craved for him to be the one I’ll always know.

I craved him in ways where I just wanted to be next to him and nothing more or less.

He wanted to say ‘I love you’ but kept it to goodnight because love would mean some falling and he knew she’s afraid of heights.

His love was a risk. What if it doesn’t work out? Ah, but what if it does.

What’s the point of life if you don’t at least try to do something remarkable?

No body gets to choose if they get hurt in this world, but they do have some say in who hurts them.

I like my choices.

And honestly, it would be my privilege to have my heart broken by him.

I’m in love with him and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.

I fell in love with the way he fell asleep, slowly, and then all at once.

I fell in love with his courage, the sincerity and his unremitted love.

I fell in love with his eyes, seeing me when he looked.

He let me be a fool with him.

He was the beginning of everything.

He combined the world’s most intimate feelings into one coursing current and demanded my heart to feel it too.

Passion, love, madness, desire, tenderness.

The sure sign of his strength was how gently he loved his girl.

Me.

So as I try to write down our story in ink, I’m looking at this page, but it’s still empty.

Society says that "love" is the word.

But lovce only leads to a feeling described and defined. So with him...

Some things are just better left to be felt. 

Somebody to Love

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, looking right at me.

And you’re all the things I need; it feels just like a dream.

With every breath you breathe, you show me.

You’re my somebody to love, somebody to love and always be right there.

You’re my glimpse of the road, the patch of blue sky that I had believed in.

You’re my somebody to love, somebody to love, somebody who holds me; don’t let go.

I found the one to love.

And I said baby, it’s alright, come lay here, open up your eyes,

I’ve fallen now, and you have picked me up.

And I said baby, it’s alright, come and lay here, open up your eyes,

We’ve both fallen now, and I can pick you up.

You’re my somebody to love, somebody to love and always be right there.

He’s a glimpse of my life, a patch of blue sky, the one I believed in.

Needed someone to love, you’re someone to love, somebody to hold me; don’t let go.

I found the one that I love.

And I said hold up, it’s alright, come and lay here, open up your eyes

We fell down, and you will pick me up.

And I said hold up, it’s alright, come and lay here, open up your eyes

We fell down, and I will pick you up.

Country Leaks Out

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 meet up at Pizza Hut to grab a slice before we head to our swimming hole

A car horn beeps to bring me back; gazing out over blacktop and the polluted city limits.

And that’s when the country leaks out…

I close my eyes one last time and breathe in…instead of exhaust and asphalt; I smell a wet dirt road after a summer shower that holds a million memories,

pressing that clutch to jam her into 4th to get home for curfew,

after the bon fire and some s’mores

And that’s when the country leaks out…

Find me a plane bound north.

Back to the mountains, back to the grass.

To break my back; scars from barbed wire and hiking.

And I’m proud to say I’m country.

A Saturday night with my crew by my side, a midnight dip and I’ll be ok.

And that’s how the country leaked out…