I wasn’t there, but I still see that image of you in the front seat of your car. The lights were on and it was a hot and humid morning; the sun was just coming up.
I remember that hollow feeling in my chest and the knots in my stomach when she told me in the doorway of the office; it’s that same feeling that I get.
I made phone calls to all our old friends to make sure they heard it from a familiar voice than read it in cold, dead words from a screen.
Mike asked if I was kidding, but remarked I would never joke like this. I heard the faintness in his voice. I heard the aching on his breath.
I was dressed in black that Saturday morning sitting patiently behind that wall that separated me from my friends. The guitar sat idly on the ground; my hands trembled from the anxiousness.
I stood up in front of the most people I’d ever seen in one place. I looked out and saw so many familiar faces that I hadn’t seen in years. And I lamented to myself that it had been so long, and it’s been even longer still.
My shaking hands strummed out a simple song my voice croaked with regret; but I sand that song for you, my friend, and I’ve played it only
Look at the stars Look how they shine for you And everything you do Yeah they were all yellow I came along I wrote a song for you And all the things you do And it was called "Yellow" So then I took my turn Oh what a thing to have done And it was all yellow Your skin Oh yeah, your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful You know, you know I love you so I swam across I jumped across for you Oh what a thing to do 'Cause you were all yellow I drew a line I drew a line for you Oh what a thing to do And it was all yellow Oh yeah your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful And you know For you I'd bleed myself dry For you I'd bleed myself dry
He dropped the Hotwheel car as if it had suddenly become a bomb Because over the store's speakers came his favorite song He grabbed my hands and held my eyes with his stare The second he started singing I knew I began to truly care In my heart I knew we weren't just friends anymore He sang the birth of feelings that I hadn't felt for him before He went from a desire to a need in just one verse of Coldplay's Yellow My heartbeat went from uninterested to the opposite of mellow An announcement interrupted my personal Pick'n Save serenade But I'll never forget that moment that felt like fireworks after a parade
It "Hurts Like Heaven", So I try to find my "Paradise". I guess it's just "Us Against The World", but our love may go "Up In Flames" and "Every Teardrop Is a Waterfall", remember you'll always be my "Princess of China".
We find "A Hopeful Transmission" back to home, I go ask "Charlie Brown" what to do as a "U.F.O" takes us "Up with the Birds" to the planet "Mylo Xyloto" in the galaxy of "M.M.I.X" where our love will never be damaged.
There is no "Major Minus" that will **** us here. "Don't Panic", we're not "Lost", let's go over to that "Strawberry Swing" where we can "Talk" and say "A Message" that brings us to a "Shiver". Always hold onto the fact that "We never Change" our ways, but the "Twisted Logic" of love can bring us "Swallowed in the Sea".
We try to find a way back to "Square One", but there is still "Trouble" close by. We are at "High Speed" in our hearts, we know there is still "Sparks" between us but we don't go together like "X&Y".
I try to "Fix You" but the "The Hardest Part" is time as "Clocks" race and we separate.
We go to "Violet Hill" as your "Green Eyes" never looked so beautiful. The feelings swirling around reminds me of how "God put a Smile Upon Your Face" as the love and sadness of a "Warning Sign" is in feeling.
You leave to "Amsterdam" and I stay as you leave behind "A Whisper" of love in my soul.
There will always be "What if" and "Everything's Not Lost" but that's all behind us now in "White Shadows"
A poem made with Coldplay song titles from Parachutes era - Mylo Xyloto era.
My fears feel quaint and strange these days I remember a time when my head was filled with dreams Yet my creativity has gone done the gutter Losing it like a rush of blood to the head
And yet I’m far away from the one I love A distinct summer that is warm and humid Yet in reality is cold and bitter Again, a rush of blood to the head
I’m not sure if I have my eyes on the prize anymore I wanted to make it so big Those dreams have faded away into the dust only at 21 I find myself craving different tastes
I want to find myself in comfort, want to get by Have a kid or two or three Make some money Teach in the long hallways Simply live a life with my wife
Yet I remember the years of high school Thinking I could be better than everyone else Maybe not be another family in the suburbs Yet all the sudden I want that The thing I supposedly wasn’t crazy about
Is this a bad thing? Or simply replacing another thing with another thing?
Or did my old dreams ever want a chance of seeing the light of day? Maybe they did not
All I’m asking for is one more light My questions may be answered then
For now I tend to a garden where I cater to my simple hopes I hold onto in this day and age