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You caught me wide eyed one night and I followed that moon all the way down to the bottoms of your feet and with it I ran and never wanted it to set that clear night with the stars strings coming undone above you and how you let them and how I watched till the bird sang your name and all day long and I laid my chest onto yours and all night long. You thought my eyes pretty for every cloud that passed the sun With light colors of green Grey and blue You can see them shine in the dead of night It’s not the sun, you know It’s nothing I own and nothing for me It came as life should How I wished it would be Neither of the faces Of you and I Will be made of stone Not famous and not thought of On our own red carpet Pretending the crowd of lightning will find us in tomorrows newspaper Us We beautiful celebrities famous for each other Rich as kings and queens With what notes we hide to be found That feeling That certainty you know When it’s found Whenever it’s found It’s knowing that moment There will be somebody so deeply in love with you If it’s even only for a second You will run through every nerve And raise every hair Dancing for me Shakespeare’s dream When everything I could want in this world Is right in front of me I will only see you And nothing else Just simply you Being perfectly you.
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Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 5:55 PM UTC
Stringing Them Stars
You caught me wide eyed one night and I followed that moon all the way down to the bottoms of your feet and with it I ran and never wanted it to set that clear night with the stars strings coming undone above you and how you let them and how I watched till the bird sang your name and all day long and I laid my chest onto yours and all night long. You thought my eyes pretty for every cloud that passed the sun With light colors of green Grey and blue You can see them shine in the dead of night It’s not the sun, you know It’s nothing I own and nothing for me It came as life should How I wished it would be Neither of the faces Of you and I Will be made of stone Not famous and not thought of On our own red carpet Pretending the crowd of lightning will find us in tomorrows newspaper Us We beautiful celebrities famous for each other Rich as kings and queens With what notes we hide to be found That feeling That certainty you know When it’s found Whenever it’s found It’s knowing that moment There will be somebody so deeply in love with you If it’s even only for a second You will run through every nerve And raise every hair Dancing for me Shakespeare’s dream When everything I could want in this world Is right in front of me I will only see you And nothing else Just simply you Being perfectly you.
patrick-raven
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Icelander
Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 5:55 PM UTC
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