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I could hula hoop for hours and watch the minutes go by as I watched your mesmerised eyes traced my hips, back and forth I could rewind the mixed tape I made, twisting the pencil artfully you waited for our song silently then the music played for us I could reach out the window and turn the speakers the other way some would say, beneath the screen we reenacted our own silent dream I could skip rope, I could jog miles I could take a joke with a smile I could pretend we were perfect on the end of notes so discordant But now I just lay next to you and you listen to me breathe Waiting for the last note to play but I remember almost everything I remember I used to hula hoop and fix all your mixed tapes I remember all the silent movies and I remember my mistakes I wish I could turn back the time and be as young as you are bold I wish this time was not so painful as I wish the pain would just grow old I want to hula hoop again In your mind I would be so young When that mixed tape plays again I hope it brings you the joy of when we were young
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Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 4:55 AM UTC
in the old days when we were young
I could hula hoop for hours and watch the minutes go by as I watched your mesmerised eyes traced my hips, back and forth I could rewind the mixed tape I made, twisting the pencil artfully you waited for our song silently then the music played for us I could reach out the window and turn the speakers the other way some would say, beneath the screen we reenacted our own silent dream I could skip rope, I could jog miles I could take a joke with a smile I could pretend we were perfect on the end of notes so discordant But now I just lay next to you and you listen to me breathe Waiting for the last note to play but I remember almost everything I remember I used to hula hoop and fix all your mixed tapes I remember all the silent movies and I remember my mistakes I wish I could turn back the time and be as young as you are bold I wish this time was not so painful as I wish the pain would just grow old I want to hula hoop again In your mind I would be so young When that mixed tape plays again I hope it brings you the joy of when we were young
I'm not going to outlive you, I'm not even going to pretend but I just hope you know, I lived it all until the end... Please, live without me...
helen
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Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 4:55 AM UTC
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