I won't fall

But, it's so hard to think cause you know how I do it and you know what and where to interject to gain the true advantage.

Time and again,
You press your unfair advantage
And time after time
I falter
I promise you this time
I won't fall

What starts out as lovely like a burning bushel of apples one can spoil the bunch and I mistake your notions for my own until things rot and decay.

Time and again,
You press your unfair advantage
And time after time
I falter
I promise you this time
I won't fall

Looking around one can't help but see you've got a beautiful place and it has got to be nice no more living at home but home wasn't so bad but it sure cannot be a heaven without you.

Time and again,
You press your unfair advantage
And time after time
I falter
I promise you this time
I won't fall

So exactly how many thoughts are actually mine? When I make something up can I trust my resolve? It is hard to tell where you are and when I start and end.

Time and again,
You press your unfair advantage
And time after time
I falter
I promise you this time
I won't fall...No, I won't fall

It must be fiction

I was imagining the most powerful I could imagine (like a super hero) far more devious than big brother, but focused on something so seemingly inconsequential that no one noticed. My husband is a carefully orchestrated bookmark. I am thinking of that guy in the movie Contact, I have to look it up. Brb

Hadden.

Impromptu

I feel like I need to express something, so, here goes.

I'm not sure I am using it right,
But I always want to say it when I'm thinking of you.
Maybe there is not a word yet
Or way to even say the way I feel.

Let's call it love, love, love love, love.
I love you, love, love, love what you are...

Bed time.

Collide

I think I need to focus my creative energy on a song, cause I keep on singing a song by Howie Day only changing the lyrics. The idea on the verge of breaking out is the idea of Best and Right colliding, and the aftermath.