NYC

 Some walks are so profound. 

You walk down streets, avenues and alleyways.

You meet yourself around every corner. 

You experience deja vu in certain places

And it's only because you've seen the same place in a movie. 

Your own movie. 

Your play. 

Apple

 Apple, the fruit of Love.

Was it really an apple?

So perfect and red. 

Not too sweet, a little tart in taste. 

Why so forbidden?

Why tarnished in reputation? 

Why not revered and adored, and known for its passion? 

Why not just say what it really was?

Special

 It will never be extravagant or loud. 

I don't want it to be. 

But it has to be exclusively special. That's all I want. 

A place in your world, where I stay. 

A place that doesn't exist for another. 

Rain

Spin me around and kiss me. 

Let the world walk on by. 

Nobody will notice us, so don't be shy. 

We won't feel the rain,

Soaking us through.

It's just me and you.

So spin my world

Spin me around

There's nobody watching us, 

We'll never be found. 

Perfection

Because that’s what life’s about. It’s about laying on the grass next to someone you love, looking at the sky, and the soaring summer sun. That’s all that it is. The moment that you make perfect, because nothing is created perfect. 

Precious

Learn to give your love to those who deserve it. That's hard to do, I know, and we do learn this the hard way. But learn to save yourself. Keep yourself protected from those who are empty. The ones who are not reciprocating have nothing to give you, so stay away from them; go towards those who love and value you. Sometimes, you have to tell yourself that although you may love them, they are not for you. Don't deliberately break your heart, but nurture it. You are precious and that big muscle in your chest, your heart, is even more. 

Cassettes

 I made this mixed tape for you. It's got all of my favourite songs on it. Listen to it when you're alone and in your room