Heartbeat"Straight to the heart,"I explain of the veinIn the finger whereYou put your wedding ring."They say that this veinRuns from that fingerStraight to the heart."My hand on your chest,I explore the rhythmOf the heart thereWhich pounds against your bones.As I lean in again,I reach over to placeMy hand on your chest.I feel your heartbeatUnderneath my fingers.I'm terribly scared,But there was such longingIn your voice when you wished...So with a leap of faith,You feel my heartbeat.
Nearly NothingAnticipationIs a funny thing.Caught up in the"Soon to be,"It's so easyTo lose the"Now."Is this all I've become?A machine producingOnly anticipation?For what do I have toShow for today?Merely "one less day,"Just "one day closer."And what does he produce?Happiness and learning,Growing and becoming.And I -I have only my anticipation,Which would be worthlessIf it weren't for the inherentHope.
You're so cute!
I like this photo alot, and you have my old hair colour. D:
BEFORE SOMEONE STUPIDLY CONVINCED ME TO DYE IT BLACK.
Black is horrible.
Avoid black hair.
Oh dear! No black hair, got'cha. :3
How have you been? I think I remember seeing something about you coming home from Iraq, right??
ive been alright Iraq has been alright, cant complain. ill be home in a day or two so im pretty excited!