A Christmas GiftDanny and Tara stood and appraised the great tree that stood before them. Tara was perched lightly on Danny's shoulder, playing absent-mindedly with his ear lobe. To the left on the coffee table, sat a cardboard box with a modest amount of decorations in it. 'Do you think it's straight? I can't help but think it looks a little lopsided.' Danny cocked his head to one side and Tara did the same. Suddenly, Tara stood up as an idea popped into her head. 'Why don't you put me in the tree? Then I can tell you for sure whether or not it's lopsided.' Danny tried to suppress a snort of laughter unsuccessfully.'Are you sure? It'll be prickly.''I'll be in it for all of two seconds Danny; I think I can handle it.' Since Danny's unexplained growth spurt (that would be putting it mildly) he had become incredibly protective of Tara. He sighed in defeat and gently took Tara from his shoulder, holding her in his fingers and placing her near the top of
RunawayHow easy it would beTo runaway from all thisAll this pain, hurt and confusionBut that's the easy way outThey say that something worth havingIs never easyThen why does it hurt so much?So much pain for one soulCannot be goodSo do I stay?Or runaway?
That Time of YearIt's that time of yearWhen the air is rife with heartbreakAnd the trees are stripped of their leavesIt's that time of yearWhen she knew she loved youAnd would die for youShe loves you now and alwaysMaybe you love her a little?For now, let it just be that time of yearWhen I'm safe for just a little while
I Won't Let GoI'm feeling madLike I used toAll those years agoI can't write with the sameFluency that once flowed through my veinsMy pen moves across the pageWith-Stacc-ato- like movementsI miss you, there is noOther wayThan to acknowledge it inBlack and whiteBecause letting go of these feelingsMeans letting go of youAnd I'm not prepared to do thatBecause,I really do love you
Why Can't I?Would you hold meIf I told you I was scared?I'm about to experience somethingThat is totally newAnd I'm really scared'Cause I don't know what to feelAlone, something that soundsLike a dream come trueWhy can I write until my pen is out of ink,But not tell you how I feel?
Nothing MoreWhy is it thatLife can be so unjust?I don't want his name,but yoursI don't want his blood,but yoursThere's this feeling inside of meIt makes me feel as if everythingIs crumbling to dustI would dieTo know if you loved meEven if only a momentI would give anything for your loveI will always love youAlways more than himI have never wanted anything moreThan I want this