2002-02-23 - 7:53 PM
"In The Days Of Thrown Confetti"
I think I've just grown into a spontaneous writing stage - I'll just think up some lines, and just type them out without thinking twice, and go on with the flow until I figure it's a good place to end. I know it seems like such a cop-out way to write "professionally". But that's the stage I'm in right now. So deal. <=0P hehe. Well, enjoy what you will - I hope you get me.
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With head in hands and heart on sleeve, I'm on the walk and can hardly breathe. Moonlight cradles me for sleep and lullabyes my love to bed - I loved the way the Brunswick streets, loved the way I lived to weep. I've gotten so lost in such a familiar town; thank you, world, for teaching me to be so down. I kiss the ground and curse the cold - how long does it take to forget such warmth? I could really use a helping hand to help me up - a hand attached to someone who'll understand, I'm still capable of giving more than what you've taken for granted. A winter retreat to the fireplace, known to lick the marshmallows with soft and passionate flames - a spring shower in your yard, sunny days running through the silvery sprinklers - a summer stargaze on your roof that held the night so still - and that was all it took for me to fall. But I didn't know it was possible to fall more than once - fall in love, then fall to death, just as a I fell to the asphault, to let out all the blue, that got to me...from you. I hate the way the Brunswick streets, can speak of how I live to weep. And I live to tell of this very strange thing.
I'm all you ever wanted to leave behind - shame on me for always thinking, that I was behind everything you ever wanted.
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I want you and me alone, with so much time to spend. That would be too perfect. And doesn't that take some practice?
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Midnight puzzle - costs a dime a piece. It'll take a fortune to figure things out - it might cost a million, might cost a billion - but one thing's for sure, it'll cost a heart and some change.
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He was like the black paint, that somehow spilled all over the headlight. He was like the lampshade, dimming your shimmering light. He was like the canopy, shielding your shine from the Earth. But that's not me, I'll let your love rain down on everything - and let your radiance radiate like waves through the universe, like ripples through the lake. Your presence may fade, to and from a darker shade, but I'll always smile with the fact that your love forever-stayed.
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I see you dancing through the crowd, with a stare from the corner. The crowd takes part in some magician-like act, as they seem to disappear - and somehow I assist the magic of you, and end up dancing, our hands snug together, hips up close, and lips so readied. I could wait forever for your kiss - and from this corner, I'm glad I got a headstart.
