Wednesday, April 02, 2003
But it's all I want to be loved and believe in my soul..
Many times we have been here... Always not quite understanding what it is. There are no words to explain, other than those which have nothing to do with anything. Everywhere we shall find eachother is everywhere we are.
One, two, three times. Now is when we cut through all that stands between us. At first he thought it was he who brought me there. Now he doesn't know what to think.
"This girl can't be real." She stares with such intensity and admiration at his moving lips or fumbling hands. She is a child, and cannot possibly understand her own power. She thinks she's seeking God. She thinks the True Believers will bring her hope. She thinks watching the clock will make it speed up. She's sure that if she flutters her eyelashes just right the world will look different.
I walk behind so I can memorize the curve of your back and the swing of your arms and the way your hair grows so that when I am frightened, I can pretend that I am following you, and you will protect me.
You watch her staring down at the work (or lack there of) on her desk. She smiles, but you are unsure of what has brought such glow to her face. She doesn't look up, but rather keeps here eyes of her prescious little secret.
Many times we have been here... Always not quite understanding what it is. There are no words to explain, other than those which have nothing to do with anything. Everywhere we shall find eachother is everywhere we are.
One, two, three times. Now is when we cut through all that stands between us. At first he thought it was he who brought me there. Now he doesn't know what to think.
"This girl can't be real." She stares with such intensity and admiration at his moving lips or fumbling hands. She is a child, and cannot possibly understand her own power. She thinks she's seeking God. She thinks the True Believers will bring her hope. She thinks watching the clock will make it speed up. She's sure that if she flutters her eyelashes just right the world will look different.
I walk behind so I can memorize the curve of your back and the swing of your arms and the way your hair grows so that when I am frightened, I can pretend that I am following you, and you will protect me.
You watch her staring down at the work (or lack there of) on her desk. She smiles, but you are unsure of what has brought such glow to her face. She doesn't look up, but rather keeps here eyes of her prescious little secret.
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