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on Thursday, May 15 @ 16:44:51 UTC
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: Picture Me Outside Your Bedroom Window With a Guitar and a Whole Lot of Love
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on Thursday, May 15 @ 16:44:51 UTC
faithfully_a_wallflo writes:: " I've had a solid three years to cope with the decision I made that night I tore us apart
Something has awaken in me these past few days and it has resurfaced you in my heart
Suddenly tiger lilies bring a tear back to my eye, and I constantly reread Perks of Being a Wallflower
I'm bombarded by Shakespearean sonnets and country songs that fill up my every hour
I don't even need to look at your picture anymore because I live our days over again in my dreams
But it's no classic fairy tale with candlelight and a bed adorned with rose petals or other romantic schemes
This is all it's own, it is indescribable and wordless, basically it's love in the remains
Your love for me that you buried long ago reappears and our descention wanes
I'm out here counting all the stars and plucking strings to a melody all your own
It is a flurry of notes accompanied by some lyrics begging for you to let me get you alone
I dream of finding your love again, floating through my loveless and worldless atmosphere
Just some kind of sign, on how I’m making your mind, and if it’s enough to get you back here
My heart has felt the affects of my mistake from the last moment your lips escaped from mine
It was that ever so romantic touch, now it alludes me so much that it sends a chill down my spine
This is my ode to the clumsy-foolish-faint of heart-life shattering screw up that has left me alone
If only the politics of life had not interceded then maybe I would not be back begging to call you my own
So as it sits, we stand miles apart on the inside but face to face caught in the midst of what silence disdains
I don’t think I could say it simpler any other way, life feels so much heavier today, it’s love in the remains
I know my guitar is probably a little bit out of tune, and I know that I can’t play it like you dream I do
But through the days and weeks and months and years I was hoping you should know, my heart is still with you "
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Re: Picture Me Outside Your Bedroom Window With a Guitar and a Whole Lot of Love (Score: 1)
by pyroangel on Saturday, May 17 @ 05:24:00 UTC
(User Info | Send a Message) | | this was very romantic and touched my heart. i appreciate this piece greatly. reminds me of spring rain for some reason.... fresh and cleansing.... |
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