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I wish to go back to America again. Where life just seemed so relaxed. Where time was only a phrase that was used when the sun was going down.
Sometimes I miss you. Late at night. Alone in my house. In the quiet moonlight. And I sit in bed. And look at pictures of us. And play your favorite songs. Read your notes that are covered in dust.
Is flickering pixelated images of you. My Butterfly Compass. Is moist. Dripping lizard-like corals of saliva for you. My Butterfly Compass. Is impregnated. Virally infected with diagrams of you.
I woke from another dream, One of you and one of me, A happy past of laughter, Resting now in memory.
There's a blue plastic box. Tucked under my bed. Brimming with secrets. Traced from my head. Inside there's a notebook. That's purple and white. And filled with ideas. I dream of at night.
Not to long ago,. When we were so young,. We thought we knew what love was,. But only confusing we sung,. Not to far back,. All the memories we made,. If only we could have prevented them,.
I know i saw you before... You were lively, vibrant, full of hope and most encouraging... I believe you even created a strong foundation of God's masterpiece...
Do you ever think about me. Do you ever cry yourself to sleep. In the middle of the night when you're awake, Are you calling out for me. Do you ever reminisce.
Memories from past days Recollect in the dusty drain And then I saw your face Odd. Now it's spilling As we talk it's dripping Empty space is splitting Odd.
In the rain I can see eyes. In the rain I can see faces. In the rain I can see, I can see, two boys, bouncing upon a trampoline.
Written a while ago, so don't judge .... One Day Honey coloured eyes and the way that you smile. Weak at the knees and light in the head.
As she sat there on the plane, His ring upon her finger, She felt the tingle of true love And prayed that it would linger.
Do eyes of blue haunt you, Eyes of blue follow me too, Only when I think of you.
This is a novel idea that has been bugging me for quite some time.
Sat on a bench with a notepad and pen. I sprawl down our fun that we had back then. Dancing together on a luscious night. Watching the sunrise, the yellow so bright.
A word that describes love has been nothing compared to the feelings that once had inside, and it has fade like a busy morning after a good dream.
The sunrays wink through the window Bathing me with an enchanting light Waking me up from these everlasting dreams Of roses and rainbows, and your spellbinding delight I have been living a life...
Really tired of the same fucking routine. Every Tuesday go to work get off at four. Every fucking Tuesday I sit at the first table by the window, you can't miss it.
Misty morning footfalls are all that I can find. A sign that you still tend to the garden in my mind. The longest dew washed grass seems to part if you are near.
LE CHAPEAU I don’t know why you think I know Paris so well. You talk about places assuming I can see them as clearly as you. You talk about little streets and cafés.
Sweet memories Oh, but they just fade away Send me the rest I'll take care of it And I can promise that I'll never forget you Sunshine and sweet smiles I wouldn't have known anything was wrong We...
Life flashes by,. Picture after picture,. My whole life,. Looking so much richer,. So many things were lost,. Hiding in between,. Now I can see the cost,. My life was like a dream,.
It's been one of those weeks When you've just been there. Right there.
Your words are a. Soft embrace,. An auditory cuddle,. Imprinted in my. Glowing memory,. Each syllable a. Gentle lovers kiss,. A verbally constructed. Painkiller,. Your laugh; an echo,. A memory of.