If only he would look at me. Look at me the way I look at poetry.
MOOMERIf only he would look at me. Look at me the way I look at poetry.
MOOMERJump. See whose at the bottom when you land on your feet.
MOOMERGive me someone who will lay with me under a crescent moon, and quietly watch our worlds collide.
MOOMERShe stopped letting him clip her wings, and slowly made her way towards the sun.
MOOMERWhen you’d hurt, I’d rush to your side. When I’d hurt, you’d hide.
MOOMERI’m afraid to let lightening strike me, but I think you and I could be the perfect storm.
MOOMERDon’t force pieces that don’t fit.
MOOMERThere is something poetic about the way she floats when she walks now.
MOOMERI found him in all the chaos, and that was when my world started making sense again.
MOOMERIt was then, sitting there, that I looked over him, and realized there was more.
MOOMERI’m choosing to build castle out of the things that nearly destroy me.
MOOMERWhats so poetically beautiful about my world now, is that its finally mine.
MOOMERThe beautiful yet chaotic irony of it all is that; because of you, I lost myself, and yet, because of you, I found myself.
MOOMERI’ve been in a daze the last few days, just wanting all of this to fade away.
MOOMERI finally found the peace of mind, that let me erase that piece of time.
MOOMERPeople do not change for other people. They will only change for themselves.
MOOMER