Sense of it all...

I'm trying my hardest to make it make sense,
but the pieces don't fit and i'm losing patience.
I'm feeling lost like I don't know where the day went.
I guess it's back to basics.
I wake up with her next to me in the morning.
I want to kiss her lips and taste the words they're forming.
Man she looks beautiful in the clothes she's adorning.
She's leaving and I don't even get a warning...
I remember the last time this happened.
I got second place to fashion
To be honest, I've never been her passion
and now I'm spoken of in the past tense.
I thought I had it all figured out
At first you couldn't find a girl more devout.
I can still see her cute face when she would go into a pout.
But I guess good looks and a great smile aren't all that love is about.
I saw her last night in my dream.
She was wearing my heart on her sleeve
With my tears in her seams...
All I could hope for was an angel to intervene...
that's the last thing that will happen, it would seem...

To Whom It May Concern Up There...

I'm getting a little lost in thought,
I guess I'll look up at the stars cuz I don't know where to start.
I hope the stars aren't the wrong place to stare
cuz they seem to start to blind those who care.
But maybe it's because they're afraid,
not all of us got it made. Some of us are at the end of our rope,
yet never run out of hope.
We all are yelling to catch your eye,
and begging to ask you why.
or who or when
now, or later, or then
air, ground, paper or pen
whether or not to do this again
where am I going
where have I been
why am I so desperate for a friend...
why do you seem so far away?
why don't you ever finish what you start to say?
can you repeat that?
can you PUT YOUR SEAT BACK?
can I have some more?
wasn't he going on tour?
why do I have more questions than I had before?
what else has life got in store?
after this experience, I believe with all my heart,
that the stars aren't a very good place to start..