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L Nicole Jan 2015
the thing about me is that i am a dreamer
i imagine far away coasts and stormy seas
in my bed while listening to fantasia on greensleeves

i imagine i have it all
being charmed by the prince of the renaissance
a forbidden love between big and small
in my bed listening to 12 danzas: oriental

but i suppose time is fading for us dreamers

the coasts are fading and the storms will reign

for we learn to remember

they are only dreams and dreams will come again
was listening to classical, im such a dreamer
L Nicole Sep 2014
you scare me, a hidden gem
i am afraid of what could happen

i wonder where you walk and i wonder what you think

has the cross corrupted you
who has turned you so cold

i will be there when you get your wings
and the soothing echo of those classical sounds will pass

into a new choir of faith and acceptance
maybe then when all becomes bright, i will see your eyes
for what they truly are

a black ocean with enough depth to deceive me
into thinking i am only stepping into a shallow pool

a bitter tongue with the tonality of an angel
you can rest your voice as the tears take over

dómine fili unigénite, iesu christe,
dómine deus, agnus dei, fílius patris,
qui tollis peccáta mundi, miserére nobis;
qui tollis peccáta mundi, súscipe deprecatiónem nostram

i will be with you until you find yourself

if you are lost

i will be lost with you
L Nicole Sep 2014
i admire you
nocturnes op. 9 no. 2 in e-flat major
the gentle and swaying music
bleeds hope into my veins
and even though i am unsure why
i fear the fire you have erupted inside me

i imagine us listening to this
nocturnes op. 9 no. 2 in e-flat major
i imagine us walking down a darkened road
a mist in the air from a violent storm
a storm that hasn't calmed since i first saw you

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