Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Saturday, June 23, 2012
The Song of You
and its like: I create about you when you aren't there, and the art tries its best to make you real, and then I see you and its like you are the physical representation of a song I have just written, and you are alive and breathing and the song is an invisible thing that only I can give life to when I play and sing it. In reality the song I have just written doesn't really exist, it just exists in my dream of you when you are gone. I don't want to write another song about you.
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