"She's in love, and the world gets blurry
She makes mistakes, and she's in no hurry to grow up
'Cause grownups, they don't understand her
Well it's a big, big world out there, but she's not scared...
She finds hope in the strangest places
She reads her books, and she knows the faces
Of everyone that ever said she's alone
She knows every word to the saddest songs
And she sings along, though her friends all tell her
That she can't sing...
She's eighteen, much too young
To know what a kiss like that would mean
But her lips, they were no stranger to the touch
And she likes it way too much."
--Mayday Parade, So Far Away

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Sparkle, Please

This is a funny way of saying it
An awkward phrase I'd rather not use
But it functions
And it gets the point across
So I suppose it will be fine.

This is not another game for me
A pastel scene I'd rather avoid
But it's mine
And it's full of my secrets
So I suppose it will be fine.

This is a gap within my pattern
An unorthodox break I'd rather not have
But it satisfies
And it shatters monotony
So I suppose it will be fine.

This was the cave in which I lost it all
A silent hideaway I'd rather see crumble
But it was good then
And it was beautiful to me
So maybe now, after all that this was
It will just be fine.
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