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DejaEntendu Member
since 2005-12-06
Posts 82Pennsylvania |
Well, if you like sappy love poems, I guess you came to the right place. It goes to a pleasant guitar, too compromise for the mediocre lyrics haha. Hope some of you enjoy it. I pulled out my palette, and looked at the sky, and decided it just wasn't fitting. I thought maybe brown for your eyes, or a dark black, for your warm winter mittens. But those eyes aren't mine anymore, and I won't hold your gloves, so brown and black are out of the question. I dreamt of the red, that resides in your hair, that would graze the sides of my cheek. But we both know your hair, won't remain the same shade, it was when we stood by the creek. The sky'd be too dark, and no one could see, and that isn't what you would bring. I thought maybe yellow, for the daisies I left, along with a hand-written note. But the daises have rotted, and the letter I left you, no longer resides in your coat. I applied a new layer, the yellow's too bright, and unfair to us both. I just left the skies white, so you'd look and smile, and make it whatever you'd like. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
love the ending!  |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...James |
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