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She stands at the edge of the door, Not daring to peak in, She doesn't want to know what's in store, A god forbidden sin, What must the two be doing in there, What is it that they share.
I barley ever see my dad . Some people say that's really bad . But he's in work from dawn . Till dust . And he never sees me but I think he must . I went to his work one day .
As the snow melted I wept in awe. I knew in my heart I'd seen this before. Your mighty thunder boomed in my head. And if I turned away my soul would dead.
He looked at me, his eyes looking right through the truth. "I know you better then you think, just tell me".
My eyes are open but yet I still not see. I had the best thing I could've asked for right in front of me. I closed my eyes and things became clear. All I'll ever need is already right here.
Drifting sax melody, catches me, in a tunnel, in a tube way, London station, causing me to pause, to stop dead, in my tracks, to give, concentration, to this, angelic, music, sweet music, like love,...
She flutters her pretty little eyes. I see that one feeling you're trying to hide. Disgust you say. But, no, that's not the way. You smile at her and there's that look in your eyes.
Most of you might not know what I'm talking about here but....the woman that broke my heart finally tonight gave me the truth I have needed for a very long time, things I was 99% sure about but she...
I opened my eyes. You was right there. I could tell that you did care. My eyes did burn. This was something new. This was the first time I did see you. My eyes once blind. But now they're seen.
I thought that I'd seen beauty I thought I'd witnessed grace, I thought that I'd known love 'Til I gazed upon your face.
It was now Monday after school and I was going over to Becca's house to see her since she got out of the hospital today.
Three o'clock in the morning. You don't even know why you're still awake. And suddenly, deep inside, something, triggered a few days ago, pushes the carefully installed dominos of your personality.
Why won't you tell him, He really should know. It would be much better than when there's three months to go. He's old enough now, He'll understand. Wouldn't you rather have it all ready and planned.
Rebecca, stood before me, her long brown hair settled on her shoulders, and I knew it was her. My long lost sister. Sitting at the dinner table,my spoon buried in my mashed potatoes, they told me.