Melody

The sky must have melted
And dripped into his heart
Now it's pumping all throughout
His veins are filled with stars

I saw guitar strings in his fingerprints
I felt a drum beat through his chest
Piano keys play like his thoughts
And I hear them in his steps

I don't think anyone understands
Just how truly lucky I am.

Artwork.

The days replay before my eyes

It really does take a lot to say goodbye

Your voice is echoing inside 

You're good at etching memories into my mind 

It never gets harder

I always remember 

Sand looks like brown sugar

When you mix it with water

It's been said a million times
Yet it hasn't been said at all
Nobody knows the weight of my words
Or the weight that pulls me when I fall

Deeper and deeper and harder and faster
Who knew falling could make you feel safe?
Every moment with you should be eighty times longer
I hear "home" sounded out in your name

Story

We built our home in the pages of a storybook
In a forest on an island, somewhere no one ever looks
They will say we're crazy when they see all of the time we took
I say we're being careful, 'cause you stole my heart and I'm a crook

You were funny and bright, you got caught in my eyes
I was thoughtful and shy, you got stuck in my mind
It took no genius to know we had time
Now we're spinning a story with every rhyme

Too young, too dumb, too soon for love
I hear it when they look at us
But we are wise, and we have sung
A song that's only now begun

Now I'm flipping through the fairytale and wondering how it ends
But the words are all blurred so I can't read ahead
Tattooing on the pages all the names of my friends
Like the marks they've made on me as I keep spinning my thread

You have a list, but I have a file
The memories we've got from such a long while
With every glance, every unknowing smile
I've carried them with me for miles and miles

Watching the sun dance in your eyes
My pity to anyone who wonders why
I fell so hard, but hold so tight
To the boy who taught me how to fly

And I still remember the woods we went through
Back when the stars sparkled and I thought of you
I didn't put it together, and I'm not sure you knew
But the path we were weaving was a path made for two

You were youthful and wise, you got caught in my eyes
I was quiet and shy, you dared to see another side
It took no genius to know we had time
Now we're spinning a story with every rhyme

I wouldn't leave you
I would hold you
When the last day comes
What if you need me?
Won't you hold me?
On the last day,
Our last day



Jasmine Thompson

Don't regret a thing
Open your eyes, I'm right here

But I do not enter this season with fear
My Jesus is holding my sixteenth year.

{Fifteen}

Years from today
I'll tell my daughters and sons
About the life that I lived
When I was so young

Years from today
I'll laugh and I'll speak
About the life that I lived
When I was fifteen

Everything that's normal now
Will be a story to them
Maybe they'll gather round
To hear of me and my crazy friends

So many lessons learned
In the fifteenth year
So many bursts of joy
So many bittersweet tears

This will be history
The days will have passed
I will look back and say
"I felt it going too fast."

There's always so much
I love to remember
With every year of my life
September to September

It's hard to express
Just what it means
But this is the last
The last day I'm fifteen

Thoughts Again.

I am not losing it

Just exasperated, see

She can talk to a youth group leader

But she won't talk to me

And a youth group leader

Will ask if she's okay

But the most I've ever gotten

Was a smiling, casual "hey"

It's like I've got "sister"

Tattooed on my head

Or, from other people 

"A really sweet friend"

There are two, maybe three

Of the friends that I have

That would even notice

The world on my back

I'm sorry for being selfish

But I want them to care on a deeper level

Because she's always better

And I am just the rebel

I wear a watch when it doesn't match

But refuse to put on makeup

I wear what I want and don't care what they say

And have heard my emotions should shape up

Yet still I've changed so much

If twelve year-old me could see me now...

I hope she wouldn't be ashamed

I hope I haven't let her down

She'd stare at my "stylish" clothes 

And observe my curly hair

If she saw him at my side 

Then I think she'd really stare

"But you said you wouldn't do that,

"Now you've gone and fallen in love."

Then I'd take her by the hand,

"Dear, here's what you never thought of."

Then she'd come and spend the night

We'd play Pac-Man and build a fort 

I'd brush her hair and then we'd giggle

And we'd chuckle and we'd snort

That's when she'd ask about him

"Is he your boyfriend, darn, already??"

"No freaking way, Emily."

"I guess that word's allowed at fifteen.."

Then I'd tell her about my best friend 

How we're waiting for so long

I think she would be so proud

She might even call me strong

I would tell her all about 

The way we call each other goon

And how he says that he's the Flash

And all the funny things he does

That would hit right home for her

"There's no WAY he's real," she'd say

And I'd tell her that those were my words 

"There is no way, there is no way."

But best of all, I'd tell her

How much he loves the Lord

Then how he can play any instrument 

And how she should see him on the court

I'd tell her all our inside jokes

How he's such a gentleman

How he asks if I'm okay

And his Marvel obsession 

And lastly, that he's Peter

That he's really Peter Pan

Finally came to my window

And took me to Neverland

I'd tell her how much he is

The greatest friend I've had

She'd tilt her head and smile 

"I guess he's not that bad."

We'd spend the next day together 

I'd encourage her, help her on

She'd ask me if she loses faith at my age

And I'd tell her God still keeps it strong

She'd ask about my trials

I'd tell her that they're many

But to always remember that God

Is bigger than all and any

I guess that I don't wonder

What it would be like to meet her

I suppose I already know

Since I know what it's like to be her

But what's the meaning of all of this?

Is it just because I'm afraid of one six?

My heart is racing, I'll admit

Maybe that number's a little too big...

But God is waiting on the other side

He holds my hand and I match his stride 

If this is a trial, I'll take my own advice

My God is bigger

My problems better think twice.