Things I hate about you. and Difficult questions

I'm finally wrong.

You're finally gone.

Finally I've seen the value of

cryin' a song,

doesn't last long,

when all of the words are so pathetic.



I'm sorry to hang onto you;

draggin' ya down like a rock full of lead.

And makin' it hard to let me go

So here's all the "say" that I should have "said"



I hate the way you cock your head to the side as you think of a reason to leave.

I hate the way you laugh and speak simultaneously while I'm tryin' to think.

But most of all, I hate the way that you won't do any of these around me.



To close to call, this race is all

tied up between givin' up and tryin' again.

All in all, you're on the ball if you said I'm "not a boy, not a man yet."

So, I'm givin' up and tryin' again.


What a suprise,

no compromise.

Then why can't you be friends?

Cut through the ties of lipstick and lies,

and all of the past fears of future.



I'm sorry to assume what's true.

based on the things that come out of your head.

But you make it hard to let you go

so here are the things I've always said.


I love the way you cock your head to the side as you're thinkin' of bein' with me.

I love the way you laugh and speak simultaneously while you're talkin' to me.

But most of all I love the way your breath races tryin' to keep with your heart beat.

To close to call this race is all tied up between givin' up and tryin' again.

All in all, you're on the ball if you said I'm "not a boy, not a man yet."

I'm not givin' up I'm tryin' again.


Difficult Questions

You wear your heart on the sleeve of a tanktop
once a t-shirt, now been torn
hidden deep, forgotten and never worn.

Can stitches save what's long been rent;
or wishing win back losings long been spent?

And what of hearts shattered then forged again to steel,
then softened and stolen without recourse for appeals?

Can men walk on water? Can blind men see day?
Do cripples dance freely from pains gone away?
Do dead bodies rise never stinking of death?
Can demons infesting be called from their rest,
and ,being scolded, sent elsewhere liberating souls left?

Not if all human wisdom were all in one place,
not if genius evolved and new wisdom replaced,
could any soul hope for even a second,
their soul for a second chance, have chance to be beckoned.

But Truth, when incarnate, dies freely for all,
and turns back the clock of freedoms first fall.
All pain and all sorrow from wounded hearts weeps,
and rests on our savior whose wounds are so deep,
that no sin or sorrow can fill in place
where my doing wrong was rewarded with grace.

Now God with willing heart to willing heart would bless,
and scream at the top of himself the answer to all these questions...



...is Yes!