She's not just a sound in your stereo
A beat to your metronome
A step in your crescendo
A fluke in your tempo
She's not just a pipe dream
A catcher of silly things
A collector of shoe strings
To keep you from walking
Away
She thinks too hard
Her skin's too soft
Made of porcelain shards
That are far too rough
To make everyone
Happy
But still she tries
And still she cries
About such things
And yet she sings
She's not just a sound in your stereo
A rock on your window
A face on your pillow
A smile of a shadow
She's not just a pair of wide eyes
A caged bird who wants to fly
A sad soul that's bound to die
A looking glass
19 years of....Rambling by lilymewlis97, literature
Literature
19 years of....Rambling
19 years of sun, storms, winds,
smiles, tears, words,
caresses, good news, bad news, no news,
science, denial of science, knowns, unknowns,
scissors, blind confessions, steps, doors,
heart stains, heart bloomings, heart bruises, heartless,
earth, unearth, silence, trouble,
cravings, or maybe just water,
have made me who I am.
Nothing, I must say, nothing is like life.
And when I get to know
as many things as I don't know,
you can call me a genius.
19 years of sacrifices, sacreligion,religion,atheism,
science,pseudoscience,defiance,
kites,cactus,scissors,trees,pools full of leaves,
chocolate,love,jumpropes,sunsets,fireflies,
She collected angels
Put them on her mantel
Told me I would be like them someday
She's in the hospital
Awaiting my arrival
Mama is sick on Mother's Day
Well I haven't seen her
In I don't know how long
We've had our differences
Same tune, different song
I walk into the room
With an angel in my hands
I reach out for hers
And set the angel in her lap
She looks down and smiles
Says she can see angels for miles
I say so can I
We sat there in silence
And watched the angels fly
I am afraidshe whispers
I am a foolshe cries
No it's alright mama
Angels don't die
There is no otherlike youI love you
Y
She's not just a sound in your stereo
A beat to your metronome
A step in your crescendo
A fluke in your tempo
She's not just a pipe dream
A catcher of silly things
A collector of shoe strings
To keep you from walking
Away
She thinks too hard
Her skin's too soft
Made of porcelain shards
That are far too rough
To make everyone
Happy
But still she tries
And still she cries
About such things
And yet she sings
She's not just a sound in your stereo
A rock on your window
A face on your pillow
A smile of a shadow
She's not just a pair of wide eyes
A caged bird who wants to fly
A sad soul that's bound to die
A looking glass
19 years of....Rambling by lilymewlis97, literature
Literature
19 years of....Rambling
19 years of sun, storms, winds,
smiles, tears, words,
caresses, good news, bad news, no news,
science, denial of science, knowns, unknowns,
scissors, blind confessions, steps, doors,
heart stains, heart bloomings, heart bruises, heartless,
earth, unearth, silence, trouble,
cravings, or maybe just water,
have made me who I am.
Nothing, I must say, nothing is like life.
And when I get to know
as many things as I don't know,
you can call me a genius.
19 years of sacrifices, sacreligion,religion,atheism,
science,pseudoscience,defiance,
kites,cactus,scissors,trees,pools full of leaves,
chocolate,love,jumpropes,sunsets,fireflies,
And Her Hair was Blue by LoveLosesHope, literature
Literature
And Her Hair was Blue
I can’t stop thinking about this girl I once knew
Her face had freckles and her hair was blue
I didn’t know it at first, but she became my life
Our love was strong, relentless, not another alike
The day we met, a greeting unheard
She stole my heart, not speaking a word
I took my chance, not fearing the chase
She caught my soul in her caring embrace
She agreed to be mine, but with a catch
If her feelings and actions, I’d promise to match
Without a thought, of course I approved
This ever-tall mountain I had managed to move
We Loved like fire burning so bright
I stole her away for only a night
In my old Jeep we lay in the co
It's the song on the radio that reminds you of what you had and what you lost.
It's the smile that a baby gives when she is genuinely happy.
It's the sound of a laugh from someone who hasn't laughed in a long, long time.
It's the friend who still remembers you even if you call after fifteen years.
It's the last piece of chocolate saved for you in a box you thought was empty.
It's the gift that is exactly what you needed, when you needed it.
It's the two hour ride across town, just so she can see you before she leaves.
It's the dog who waits for you to come home, just to give you all the affection in the world.
It's the companionship o
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