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He tunes his old guitar
Compulsively, and she
Rolls those green eyes, but once,
Three rolling decades past,
He tuned his new guitar
And his song snared her heart.
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Gorgeous midnight moon
May I dance under your light
Falls pretty this year
Gorgeous midnight moon
Spinning under your starlight
Leaves fall around us
Gorgeous midnight moon
We go up, hand in hand
May I have this dance?
Strings
Tied together
Destiny despite every choice
Burned together
Fire eternal saw all potential
Marked together
Through every kiss and every bruise
Fated
In the ashes was our love
The Girl
She sat there with
A smile on her face
As she watched the girl
Act with such grace
She watched the girl laugh
Music to her ears
She watched her with admiration
More than her peers
They were friends
Thats what everyone knew
A group with equal attention
A group of few
But she saw her as more
As different from the rest
She saw her as greater
The best of the best
She Wants To Speak With You
My inner child
Picks up the phone
Without my permission
Begging to speak
To the one who makes her laugh
I explained about endings
But she explained about love.
Blue Boy
Hi, I'm Annie
Blue Boy, that's what I call you in my head
This is the seventh time we'll be riding the bus home together
Yet again, my eyes will plead with you
To have the courage that I do not have
What's a shy girl gotta do?
(e.j.p)
Your fingerprints are attached to my skin, burning my body. My body feeding of of it.
From the heart
In a place full of lights,
where kids could dance forever
They were looking at each other..
secretly , hiding in the shadows
miserably wanting to talk one another
Melodies were all around,
creating a sound,
bouncing in their hearts
Making them move..
unconciously , without desire
Until that one little moment,
when time was killed...
By a light in the eyes
From a smile in the mouth
touching bodies from their souls
maciej obara’s one for, one afternoon on granville island
I want to live inside this
song with you. I want to walk
down its loping paths over
grown with dusk-lit moss (with you).
Paint your instant coffee and
drink your tear-down walls. Find the
ghosts in the corners the leaks
on rainy days watching the
cat watch the rain watch the way
you move so quietly a
toe broken in a slipper
note broken on the lip a
squeak so charged so telling of
the space inside this song. We’ll
sit in a claw-foot tub big
enough for the two of us
While My Piano Gently Weeps
Happy and wistful,
I wrote it for you.
While reminiscing of our time together,
I wrote it for you.
Maybe I screwed up;
Maybe you screwed up.
Either way,
I wrote it for you.
Do you like the song?
I wrote it for you.
Do you feel my soul
Amongst the blots and lines?
Do you hear it?
When I sit at the keyboard,
I remember you.
As the music flows from the tips of my fingers,
Train of Thought
My train of thought never did stay on track
Always off happily lost on the sides
Where I would never bother to bring it back
The world is much bigger than one train ride.
Everyone called it my "tragedy"
And now it is changing in shape and form
Because you started a true calamity
You, a little heart thief I should scorn.
Now you're the only sidetrack for the train
Clearly a train crash waiting to happen
But regardless of my protesting brain
Wheels turn and hot coals still won't dampen;
The train keeps moving, steam puffing above
Chugga-chugga choo-choo! Falling in love.
How Much I Love You
I sit here
And I think
About how much I love you
Your eyes
Your hair
Your voice
Your smile
Your body
Your mind
Your soul
Your laugh
Your heart
All the things you say
All the things you do
Everything
From the very tips
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