To Ashley Ann...................

Ashley, Every night I look up, and know that you miss me, and it's enough......

I remember the times we spent together
on those drives
We had a million questions
all about our lives,

and when we got to New York
everything felt right
I wish you were here with me

I remember the days we spent together
were not enough
and it used to feel like dreamin'
except we always woke up
Never thought not having you
here now would hurt so much

Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up
I need your loving hands to come and pick me up
And every night I miss you
I can just look up
and know the stars are
 keepin' you up tonight

I remember the time you told me about when you were eight
And all those things you said that night that just couldn't wait
I remember the car you were last seen in
and the games we would play
All the times we spilled our coffees
and stayed out way too late
I remember the time you SAT AND told me about your Jesus
and how not to look back even if no one believes us
When it hurt so bad sometimes
not having you here...

I sing,
"Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up
I need your loving hands to come and pick me up
And every night I miss you
I can just look up
and know the stars are
keepin' you up tonight"

I can't find the right thing to say to make me forget all those memories you left me with.

I miss you, and sometimes I cry when no one is looking. I worry about you Ash. I know if I ever was so blessed to tell you that, you'd laugh. But it's not funny, ACe, it's the truth.
Remember the time we snuck out really early and went to the park, and just talked and watched the sun rise, and I had this horrible feeling that this moment would pass... Or the time we got busted for staying out too late with Liz, Rachel, Coop and Kev??? LOL. Or the time we talked all night about, well, nothing??? Or diving off the high dive in your Grandma's pool, and I was afraid, and you said that it was ok, and walked me out there? Remember our fight about Jenna? Remember that night we went camping and it froze? Or when we mixed all the extra food that we had lying around and put it in that pot and watched it burn as we munched twizzlers? Gosh, I MISS YOU!!!


  1. the picture makes me wanna swing... hmm...
    i'm sorry you're missing your friend. i actually have a friend i'm really missing lately. April. she moved almost 3 years ago and i haven't talked to her since... :(

  2. You must have been really good friends. This post makes me remember all of the friends that I used to have but then I moved or we just didn't keep hanging together. I could write a poem on that! It'll be plenty sad though. I guess there are times to be sad, but it's not good to be sad all the time... anyways, it's hard to control emotions. I usually use those times to write poetry though I don't have too many occasions of overwhelming emotions... Recently it's been anger but writing has helped to calm me down. Hope you guys can keep in touch. :) Jesus loves you!

  3. Hi. Thanks for the comment on my blog. I love reading the posts in The Next Generation Is Us. I've been following blogs with lots of Christian content lately. The Next Generation Is Us is a cool blog.
    God bless.

  4. Hey there! Thank you so much for your comment. You really should blog some pictures of your alvarez! :-D We could compare. Wouldn't that be freaky if we both had the exact same kind? :-D

    The richness is exactly why I decided to get an alvarez. I had been to two different music stores and had tried all these different guitars, and mine sounded just right.

    And yes, Article One is a Christian band. They have some love songs and things like that. They're really unique and I've met them twice before. They're really nice, and they're just starting off.

    Well, I could keep talking for quite a while, but everyone else is leaving so I gtg ;)


"Sometimes the world seems like a big hole. You spend all your life shouting down it and all you hear are echoes of some idiot yelling nonsense down a hole"
_Adam Duritz

I love hearing things that aren't my own pathetic echoes.