Igloo's and Pancakes

These were dated April 14, 2010, but were never really finished.

Funny how we have more fun in the silence then when we've the opportunity to talk. More gets done, and less gets said. I won't deny love but no one said it wasn't special. Who's to say we don't know what love is because we're younger.. who's to say we can't be different. Maybe if you stop calling me names other than my own, you'll see I'm only me. And maybe you'll realize that thats all you'll ever get, because i won't change for anything. I'm more than you think, why don't you just clear your cloudy eyes, of all the things you want me to be, and see what i am and have potential to be.

i remember back in the day,

when we'd sit around, play,

and remember things we lost,

thinking only of the cost

rather than the effort and the pain,

not enjoying whats simple or plain.

and that brings me to people,

digressions never bothered me so much

but heres my plan;

to keep this to the point without a rhyme,

without a reason

but for you to understand

that people are corrupt and we don't care

don't look around,

promise me you'll keep your innocence

and never frown,

cause that would give you wrinkles,

age beyond your years

(insert stanza)

but we've lost those fears,

layed down in the grass

and thought three more years,

were all we'd have to wait.
So we became dedicated patrons

to igloos and pancakes

now we've got two years to devote

to hoping, wishing, praying

that tomorrows not as far as it seems,

cause I've already spent a year,

of counting tomorrow's,

and I'm falling short on sleep