I couldn't sleep one night, so I wrote this. The first thing I've really written in over a year. It came at a pretty rough time, and this is what happened...
I would like to stand a bit closer though, so the breeze may send your smell my way. Oh, you do smell something fabulous. Sometimes when I can't sleep at night, I breathe as deep as I can and I can find our scent, tickling the bottom of my nose, teasing me.
Remember that night when we were traveling to see your brother in Vermont? We pulled into the sketchiest Motel 6 this time zone has ever seen, I'll swear by it. I was so grossed out, that at 2 A.M. when I still couldn't sleep, you carried me to the car so I could sleep there, while you sat up, stroking my head and singing John Mayer songs under your breath. Thank you for that night.
Sometimes I wonder what my life would have been like if I hadn't met you. Well, I assume I may find my teen years even more unbearable. While your consistent boyish drama stressed me out to no end, you made me so happy, even when I couldn't have you. Homecoming, sophomore year. You asked me for advice on how to ask Cate. Cate. Not me. Your friend, Julian asked me. He and I were dancing, and midway through "Here Is Gone" by the Goo Goo Dolls, he told me how sorry he was he wasn't you. Then I poured my punch on him and told him how insulted I was that he ever thought I wanted to be more than friends with you, like freaking out like I did wasn't a sign that I did. I left early. I ran out actually, before the song was even over.
But God. Seeing you now, I thank God I have you. Finally. Finally things are looking up for me. God, I want this moment forever.
Words by kgirard
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Written on 2008-11-17 at 01:00
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The Beach
I can see you, standing there. You look so at peace. Beautiful. Stunning. Handsome. I think I'd love to keep this moment forever. How I wish I knew what went on in that head of yours. One minute you're complaining and the next we're dancing through the kitchen. God I wish I could understand.I would like to stand a bit closer though, so the breeze may send your smell my way. Oh, you do smell something fabulous. Sometimes when I can't sleep at night, I breathe as deep as I can and I can find our scent, tickling the bottom of my nose, teasing me.
Remember that night when we were traveling to see your brother in Vermont? We pulled into the sketchiest Motel 6 this time zone has ever seen, I'll swear by it. I was so grossed out, that at 2 A.M. when I still couldn't sleep, you carried me to the car so I could sleep there, while you sat up, stroking my head and singing John Mayer songs under your breath. Thank you for that night.
Sometimes I wonder what my life would have been like if I hadn't met you. Well, I assume I may find my teen years even more unbearable. While your consistent boyish drama stressed me out to no end, you made me so happy, even when I couldn't have you. Homecoming, sophomore year. You asked me for advice on how to ask Cate. Cate. Not me. Your friend, Julian asked me. He and I were dancing, and midway through "Here Is Gone" by the Goo Goo Dolls, he told me how sorry he was he wasn't you. Then I poured my punch on him and told him how insulted I was that he ever thought I wanted to be more than friends with you, like freaking out like I did wasn't a sign that I did. I left early. I ran out actually, before the song was even over.
But God. Seeing you now, I thank God I have you. Finally. Finally things are looking up for me. God, I want this moment forever.
Words by kgirard
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Written on 2008-11-17 at 01:00
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