Players always play
and haters always hate.
Just like a bee returns to honey,
It's something that will never change.

I thought I could change you
by showing you that I care.
But now I realize,
that you can't change a player.

I had to learn the hard way,
that tough love is for real
And looking at it now,
I got the raw end of this deal.

Maybe I should have quit while I was ahead,
but I wanted more.
Friends wasn't enough for me,
I should have known this was in store.

As I look back on how we were
Things seemed so perfect.
Yet as I think of the pain you caused,
Was it all really worth it?

I need a boy who will hold me close
And not smother me when I need to breathe
I need a boy who will stand by my side
And who will always stand behind me
I need a boy to kiss me in the rain
And to hold the umbrella so I don't get wet
I need a boy to watch cartoons with
And have serious discussions over coffee
I need a boy that makes me feel beautiful
And that likes when I wear pajamas
I want a boy who kisses me romantically
And who holds my hand at every chance
I want a boy who will read me Shakespeare
And who will sing country love songs to me
I want a boy whose shoulder I can cry on
And will never give me a reason to cry
I want a boy I can call my own
And who will never let me go...

January rain
Dreary and uninviting
Gray skies looming overhead
Not the usual winter snow
Not the beautiful flakes
Brutal winds whistle against the houses
The eerie sounds of naked branches scratching against each other
When the drops fall, they fall quickly and quietly
Drops that pierce the skin
Cold and harsh
Yet not cold enough
Maybe God is crying
Maybe the angels are weeping
It is not the warm summer rain
This is the January rain.

The purest of emotions.
The purest of intentions.

Two hearts molded to one soul.
Two bodies synchronized to one motion.

Slowly escaping the realm of reality.
Slowly entering a world of bliss.

Together breathing with one breath.
Together.