Basis of love

What is love based on,
If not based on this?
A long stolen glance,
A forgotten chance,
A forbidden, sensual kiss?

Where is love based in,
If not in this place?
A hill with a view,
To stand next to you
Just loving your face.

What their love's based on
Is something unique.
Their days side by side
Pushing their lives
To stand cheek to cheek.
But close as they are
They simply don't see
That all of their time
Spent so sublime
Has put them in eternity.

Original me

Who is bound to who they were by what they're going to be?
I doubt you'll ever meet a soul as half as bound as me.

Judge me, slay me. I obey the Lord and serve His house.

I would bend time and space to give you wings.
Then you could fly like in your dreams.

I could describe my life with the lyrics from a few choice songs. But that would give everything away.

It's as if my body is trying to collapse in on itself. But the inside is full of knives, so every cave in is like death.

Little bunny foo foo has evolved into little bunny kung fu. Proceed with caution.

Browsing leaves my mind open to think of ways to break my own heart.

Sometimes I feel confused and upset. So I eat a pint of ice cream. Then I'm confused, upset, and sick. But the sick distracts me.

Sometimes, out of the corner of my eye, I see a bathtub in my bedroom.

Knee gave out. Proceeding to fall. Cannot move. Country being overrun as result.

Hard worker

You've got it all squared away,
Working hard every day,
You think you push against the boulders,
But I think you're doing just fine.
Your head set straight on your shoulders,
When it should be resting on mine.

Why you have to work so hard?
You shouldn't have to push it this far.
You should get the world on a platter,
From the start of your life to the end.
Your dreams, they should not have to shatter,
They should take flight on the wind.

Your hands are getting tired,
They shake like birdies wired.
You say your eyes are rimmed,
In red and pink and make you cry.
All I see are green eyes trimmed,
In softness, tenderness, and light.

And though you want to sleep,
Sleep forever, not a peep.
I know you'd miss your life,
Your friends and family and such.
You can handle all that strife,
But you don't depend on me that much.

Why you have to work so hard?
You shouldn't have to push it this far.
You should get the world on a platter,
From the start of your life to the end.
Your dreams, they should not have to shatter,
They should take flight on the wind.

You've got it all squared away,
Working hard every day,
You think you push against the boulders,
But I think you're doing just fine.
Your head set straight on your shoulders,
When it should be resting on mine.