Where is my Italian beauty.

Must I play the wheel to grasp the essence.

Should I write the tales of lovers bliss.

Can I wait for the next time that someone will think this is worth it.

Wondering and waiting for the world to crash into your sea.

Blessed with the number or ravaged with the torture of hell.

Should I smoke another or play with the fire.

Burned and blasted making my way down the streets of loneliness.

Promised worlds do not do anything for me now.

Damn all those starts and kicked the can from here to nowhere.

Please see me for what I am and look at this smile that besiges others.

A few good times just slip off my tongue and my heart crashed a long time ago.

It need not be the beauty but perhaps the sorrow that I should live by.

Should have kissed you a second longer.

Could have danced with your body pressed against me again.

Can this be all there is for me.

~Thought of the Day~

I wonder if the movement of a butterfly's wings could cause a typhoon worlds away.

~Music of the Day~

Again I go Unnoticed

by Dashboard Confessional

So quiet

Another wasted night

The television steals the conversation

Exhale

Another wasted breath

Again it goes unnoticed

Please tell me you're just feeling tired

'cause if it's more than that I fear that I might break

Out of touch out of time

Please send me anything but signals that are mixed

'cause I can't read your rolling eyes

Out of touch are we out of time

Close lipped

Another goodnight kiss

Is robbed of all its passion

Your grip

Another time is slack

It leaves me feeling empty

Please tell me you're just feeling tired

'cause if it's more than that I feel that I might break

Out of touch out of time

Please send me anything but signals that are mixed

'cause I can't READ your rolling eyes

Out of touch are we out of time

I'll wait until tomorrow

Maybe you'll feel better then

Maybe we'll be better then

So what's another day

When I can't bear these nights of thoughts of going on without you

This mood of yours is temporary

It seems worth the wait

To see you smile again

Out of the corner of your eye

Won’t be the only way you're looking at me then

So quiet

Another wasted night

The television steals the conversation

Exhale

Another wasted breath