That song you keep playing is nothing but a photograph you look at with your ears.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
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I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
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9 comments:
Beautifully written, thank you for this.
you are so right. Because certain songs trigger specific memories, it is like looking at a photograph or playing a video in your head
I feel you...
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This. This feels like heaven. On repeat.
i get this now.. i thought it was beautiful then and i really appreciate it.. but it's not til now that i get it.. am i that shallow? hahaha :))
I just had to tell you, I know this is delayed but I felt the need to tell you about this song. So there was no baby; so maybe it was just a deep breath of hope. And this song that's been on repeat for the last 3 days, through all hours of the night is to let you know you're my brick. You're drowning me. These dreams about his beautiful gray-blue eyes turn to terrors. I want to hold onto this bundle so badly. I wanted to love him so. But you took the chance of him with your love. I'm sorry I had to tell you at all.
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and my decks keep spinning, endlessly, with these pictures of you...
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