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Apr 2013
I don't want to give you the wrong impression
I play my nerves like a pro
I slam imaginary ice packs on my face so you won't notice my blush
I strut like I've got confidence

I laugh quietly
I say only the crucial parts
So I say everything
In an attempt to save your beautiful, loving soul

Focus on the positives
Raise your chin up high
Swim to shore
I'll say your name
Over and over again
The funeral..
The sleek, carved coffin...
The flaming red roses laid atop your body
Your sweet voice blowing in the wind
Reminding me of your favorite tune

Treasure how high you got me
Lift my head up higher
Paddle to the shallows
I'll whisper your last name
Over and over again
The moment...
The realization taking the wheel
The grey, limp clouds sprinkled over my skies
Your touch stinging on my shoulder
Reminding me of our last encounter

Where would I go?
Why would I stick around?
Now that you'd be gone
I'd run to the nearest cliff and plunge over the rocky edge
Or slip under the surface of the river
Maybe dash out into the road

I'd have no reason to carry on
'Cause I'm not strong enough to live out your legacy
Your empire
Glimpse your YouTube picture and kiss it Hello
I'd be seeing you in a few seconds.

But at the same time,
You're only a phone call away
Just need to pick up a stick and press the stars
And you'd be on the line, talking to me
Giving me reason to continue on

Every night,
You would be more alive then ever before
Because when you and I first met
I knew you were the girl for me
And you're different
Lighting a spark in my eyes that had been rained on by my tears

There's not another girl
Like you
Close to you
I'm going to take you so far up
You'll be saying goodbye to your room back in Heaven

Smiling like lunatics
Laughing until we sat in silence
I love you
Strive to make you proud
So I'd stick out down here
While you flew around upstairs

I was sinking from your beauty
Yet floating from your ambition
I'm worried about my crush.
Found out some devastating news that's scaring me.
Trying to save her. Not helping that it's a weekend. And that I have NO way of contacting her.
Pray that I'll see her come Monday morning.
Sora
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