Colors

My piano stool is brown
And my piano is black
My bed is blue
And my pillow is yellow
Funny how two different-colored things
Can be so incomplete
Without each other.

Your eyes are brown
Your hair is black
My eyes are blue
My hair is...yellow.
You're so naturally funny
And me?
Well, I try to be.

Sometimes people make promises
That don't mean much to them
But that are important to others
So when the promise is broken
It hurts more than we expected.
I'm sorry I didn't see that in time.

I am usually a bright person
But I have some darker shades in me too.
But I'm not the only one
So could you forgive me, please?

Maybe your bright colors
Could wash away my dark ones.
You complete me.
Maybe I complete you.
Maybe without each other
We're like snails without shells
Boats without sails
A sky without stars.

Why are we so busy looking at things
In black and white
When colors are what make our days
Worth living?

I never believed in
"No words, just action, baby"
And if you don't like that
Well, then I guess I could change
If you wanted me to.
I could, but I wouldn't
Because as much as I like you
I would never change my colors
To suit you better.
I'd never pretend to be another
Locking the real me inside the caves of my soul
And living unknowingly a life of misery.
But I think I know you well enough
To trust that you will take me
And love me as I am.


So I came back from the Philippines and I had a really good time. I miss it so much. Want to go back and stay there for good. That's my dream, and sort of like my plan for the future...I just don't know if I'll be able to carry it out. I mean, we'll just have to see.

I got really sick a couple days ago, and still am not feeling well. For reasons I don't want to write here. It's not like anybody's interested anyway, and I don't like to think or talk about it.

I dont' know what else to say.