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I wish it was easy for me to do what you do, But I have never been very good at opening myself up. You do it with such elegance. Your every word begs for attention and leaks a little of you into the air. People breathe you like oxygen, and have come to need you even more. Life. Your eyes tell me what mine could be like If I dared to follow in your Rebellious, graceful, Albeit complicated footsteps; once again you are the first one on the dance floor, But the beat I hear most clearly when I'm around you Is not the one you inspire Club One to clap to. One million loose-lipped ladies and never a line about you, because no one has it in them to talk about what isn't in you. You are a poet's dream. You are pure beauty in its rarest form--sincerity. You are every coin thrown in a hat, every victory yell, every unexpected smile at the turn of something new, every bird who refuses to fly in a pattern. You are what's inside every note. You are fiercely loved. You are frustratingly, and unfathomably, too good for words. and only the sunshine deserves you.
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Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 7:41 PM UTC
Catalina
I wish it was easy for me to do what you do, But I have never been very good at opening myself up. You do it with such elegance. Your every word begs for attention and leaks a little of you into the air. People breathe you like oxygen, and have come to need you even more. Life. Your eyes tell me what mine could be like If I dared to follow in your Rebellious, graceful, Albeit complicated footsteps; once again you are the first one on the dance floor, But the beat I hear most clearly when I'm around you Is not the one you inspire Club One to clap to. One million loose-lipped ladies and never a line about you, because no one has it in them to talk about what isn't in you. You are a poet's dream. You are pure beauty in its rarest form--sincerity. You are every coin thrown in a hat, every victory yell, every unexpected smile at the turn of something new, every bird who refuses to fly in a pattern. You are what's inside every note. You are fiercely loved. You are frustratingly, and unfathomably, too good for words. and only the sunshine deserves you.
Written for a dear, dear friend.
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Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 7:41 PM UTC
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