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So then it happened And I stood there, a tidal wave of questions Looming over me like a thundercloud And I felt a sharp breath of air enter my lungs I couldn’t believe, just couldn’t After all this time, all those good times That our friendship would be so altered Perhaps, as a butterfly emerges from its cocoon Papery wings brush the air by my ear But its not a butterfly, floating by Its coarse black hair, wavy black hair And my hair is not black but brown And I sigh and agree Relief is not my only feeling, And as the butterflies fly away I lean into your hug, and Feeling your hands on my back Let myself be swung round in circles Because we are so happy We never want to break away But we do and then, The tidal wave is gone But the questions remain Bobbing ‘bout my head I brush them away And we walk down the hall All doubt suspended With your hand in mine So then it happened And I stand here, hugging you Knowing as my mind sings That wherever this may go The future looks bright
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Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 2:47 PM UTC
So Then It Happened
So then it happened And I stood there, a tidal wave of questions Looming over me like a thundercloud And I felt a sharp breath of air enter my lungs I couldn’t believe, just couldn’t After all this time, all those good times That our friendship would be so altered Perhaps, as a butterfly emerges from its cocoon Papery wings brush the air by my ear But its not a butterfly, floating by Its coarse black hair, wavy black hair And my hair is not black but brown And I sigh and agree Relief is not my only feeling, And as the butterflies fly away I lean into your hug, and Feeling your hands on my back Let myself be swung round in circles Because we are so happy We never want to break away But we do and then, The tidal wave is gone But the questions remain Bobbing ‘bout my head I brush them away And we walk down the hall All doubt suspended With your hand in mine So then it happened And I stand here, hugging you Knowing as my mind sings That wherever this may go The future looks bright
elizabeth-shield
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Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 2:47 PM UTC
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