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Late
May 7, 2006 6:01:05 GMT -6
Post by Laura on May 7, 2006 6:01:05 GMT -6
I always feel your feelings at the wrong time running like a carousel it hurts to know you're in someone else's arms and it hurts when you're near makes me feel merciless at the sound of your voice a little fuzzy on a telephone we used to be static . . . once
the sound of your laughter still rings in my ears as I recall it I find myself smiling the first smile in days and as the curves of my lips finally descend I remember how we were
you wrote my a song dedicated and sang it right to me in front of a crowd and I appreciated your sensitivity but never told you in words
it hurts to know your fingers are figeting on an acoustic writing and sounding for another and it hurts when you're far almost feel like my blood has slowed under my thinning veins we used to be rhythm . . . once
we used to be lively . . . once
a little tear for my crying eyes because it hurts to have known you it hurts to have shared at least one memory with you makes me feel . . . (just) a little too late.
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Late
May 11, 2006 16:14:40 GMT -6
Post by thecrazybeautiful on May 11, 2006 16:14:40 GMT -6
"a little fuzzy on a telephone we used to be static . . . once"
That reminds me of White Noise... When the guy saw his wife on the tv and he was just so in love with her still... I really like static for some reason.
"because it hurts to have known you it hurts to have shared at least one memory with you makes me feel . . . (just) a little too late. "
Aw, that's sad. But that's probably how I'm gonna end up feeling about that 'certain someone' with the "angry" hair on the bus. Heh, if you're reading this before the other comment where I said that... well yeah...
It's a little... I don't even know the word I'm looking for. This one is nice, but not your best. But then again everything can't be best...
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