Out in the blue

Mood: Confused
Listening to: La oreja de Van Gogh

And I'm just guessing your feelings.
I stumble through riddles 'cuz I have no clue.
How can I know when you're so quiet?
You try to be secret but your eyes don't lie, still you keep quiet day by day.
I try at least. Put my heart in the street and waited.
You stopped just in front of it and looked at it.
You said you hate when I put words in your mouth, that I don't know what you feel.
How can I even know? You wont tell me!
I'm dying to be able to tell you that in my eyes you are.... perfection.

Mood: Happy
Listening to: 80's

Woke up and it was raining..... second day with rain outside. Been writing and painting all day.... and I know he's out there somewhere. Haven't spoke to him for a couple of days. Don't know if I should stay away or if I should try harder.
All I know is that I don't wanna be without his lips. Soft and big. Loveable.
He really sweeps the floor off my feet whenever he kisses me. He brightens up my day more than a sunshine. He's totally lovely! L-O-V-E-L-Y.....
That's how love should be always. It has to put you upside down in a positive way. 
If you don't feel THAT then it's not worth it.

Mood: Sleepy.....

Here is the deal:
You take it. It's my present.
Cherish it 'cuz it'll stay true to you.
Hug it, you'll feel what it has to say.
Whisper and it'll fall deep.
Keep it warm and it'll beat forever.
Or.....
Spit on it. It'll stop beating for you eventually.
Throw it away. If it's dead it's useless.
Yell at it. I'm sure it's smart enough to listen.
Walk away from it. The sorrow will end its pain.
Feel free to chose.

Mood: Miss him....
Listening to: Silence

"What wouldn't I give for you to wait for me?
What words can I say to fill you with joy like you fill me?
The dreams I'd give up for a slight look from you...
But not just any look, I want a look filled with love.
I'd like to steal your dark eyes. No one should see your kindness.
I'd like to cut loose your lips. They are only mine to taste.
I'd steal your hands and hide them. Only mine to feel.
I'd put your heart under my pillow. It belongs to me.
No one else......"

Mood: Sleepy
Listening to: Sinead O'Connor

How I miss when we laid close together. So close I could feel your skin. Warm and soft.
Your big arms around me and hearing you breath in my ear.
I love when you smell on my neck, it makes me shiver. Or when you smell on my hair like it was a bunch of flowers. Is it to remind you of me when I leave? You did that long before we started. Every time I hugged you, you smelled my hair and I didn't realise.
I miss you kissing me 'cause nothing compares to it. It makes me fly. It hipnotizes me.
I miss your voice. Your jokes. Your smile.
I miss it, 'cuz now I lay here all alone with nothing. Just laying here, useless, restless.