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Saturday, April 21, 2007

La la

I like songs about cute love.
About dancing.
About being brave.
About realizing mistakes.
About remembering wonderful things.
About being taken over.
About smart people.
About songs.
About being satisfied with simple things.
About giving everything you have.
About honesty.
About dancing.
About the wind.
About sacrifice.
About stars.
About parents.
About crying for other people.
About learning.
About adoration.
About random wonderful things.

I like thinking about songs.
I like writing words and never intending them to be songs. Just imagining what they would be if they were.
I like playing guitar real slow and real quiet and singing real slow and real quiet. Sometimes.
I like songs. I really want someone to write a good song for me to listen to. Thank you.


When you're lying looking at the sky
I wanna be the only star that shines
In the still darkness of the night
I wanna be the comforting light

When you're by the sea watching the ocean
I wanna be the sand between your toes
The shade that cools you, the breeze that loves you
The beauty that tantalizes you

I wanna be the arms that you love
To wrap around your heart
To love you in the secret twilight
Oh I wanna be those arms

When you're running through the desert in the rain
I wanna be the droplets on your lips
The rain that melts you, the sound that thrills you
The thunder that makes you feel alive.

5 comments:

Blogger Kirsten Ryan said...

I like the way you expressed that!!
but I think we would be grateful if you did write songs and put them to music (slow music if that's what you prefer. Did you write the poem?

4/21/2007 6:49 PM  
Blogger Amaranthine said...

wow florence.
just wow.

4/22/2007 1:25 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Goooood.

4/23/2007 12:59 AM  
Blogger Nina said...

Courtesy of SeƱor?

4/24/2007 12:36 AM  
Blogger Florence said...

it's a song. of sorts.
yes, from senor.

4/24/2007 12:06 PM  

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