Beautiful Mess

The time I spend with you I treasure
Your smile I hold dear
Your laugh brightens my day
that's why I need you here

Your arms hold me tight
You care about my thoughts
You make sure I'm okay
and hug me if I'm not

He loves me not, he loves me
Is what I seem to ponder
Is it possible? Could it be?
Does he even wonder?

What a beautiful mess this is
there's nothing else I'd rather do
don't stop driving me crazy
I just want to be with you

In the Making

Those two words "I'm fine"
cover up all feelings inside.
They stop all questions
and block out suggestions.
You start to believe it,
that you're truly fine
and can dismiss the harsh decline.
You fool yourself
and think you can move on.
You tell yourself that you are strong.
You're still in my head,
the feelings aren't dead.
Why am I like this?
Why can't I fight this?
Why do I still hope?
Why can't I just cope
with the fact that it wont happen.
But its so hard to imagine
someone who can take my affection
and still have our type of connection.
God I'm praying for the right one
but my heart is still undone.
Help me Lord to hold tight
and trust you have the right
one for me waiting,
standing firm and constantly praying
for a beautiful wife ... who's in the making