if i had known it was going to be the very last time i was embracing you i might have taken notice of the little things like the way our lips locked together and moved in such a beautiful rhythmic motion and the way our bodies fit together like a jigsaw puzzle and the way your voice sang perfect harmonies along with mine if i had known it was going to be the very last time i was embracing you i might have taken notice of the little things
its only been a single day since our breakup, i miss every little thing about you like hell
preface. majestic adjectives of contrary harmonies, adverbs in adversity that modify our satisfactions, gut punch our eyes, scramble the taste buds, now inoperable, incapacitated to distinguish what is disturbed - what is sweet - what is impossible. my days ending is nearer to my god than thee, the crumblings of what I’ve got left, stale panko crumbs, here come they in 1000 radium-tipped projectiles of serious humorous self-destruction, gifted to you few itinerant followers brave enough to follow me into the deeps of radioactive incomprehension, in no particular disorders a thousand times
I would give everything Just to go back in time Her body laying next to mine We’d chant melodies and sing We’d sing harmonies in sync We’d sink poetry with 2 minds 2 minds born to cry Hey body by my side She’d hear my sound mind My mind full of sounds for her
Clasp of silvers twice as thin as each other Both flat to end in its impact Its echo does not repeat but lingers like static that makes you think of gold. Drifting in an ascending melody that Climbs the senses in your ears as much as your skin.
They lead us steadily To the edge of the mountains and then stops abruptly. Stopped incredibly as if it's afraid and timid. Strings play so thinly as each are all skinny. A miracle moving like smoke and gas welcomes her.
Slow dance in arpeggios, a glimpse of perfection for harmony, tip by tip And in her quiver She laments she'll wait forever.
Forever it may be til she is in the arms of the lover. For the end of all thousand Decembers and Januarys Undyingly and endlessly. Anywhere you go Seek the thunder you wander far and near, wide and narrow.
Until I hear you sigh Until you stop holding your breath under the brim of our wishing well.
You listen to music for the music, and I listen to music for the lyrics.
And that is the difference between us.
You get caught up in the intertwining of chords and harmonies and sound, while I get caught up in the story and the meaning of the song.
You get so excited when you hear a new song because of how it makes you feel, and this is why I listen to the lyrics, because I love that about you.
I need a song to put my thoughts into words. I need a song to explain how I'm feeling, when maybe I can't get the point across myself. I need something to express my emotion and my longing. I need you to know how I feel. I need you to start listening to the lyrics.