Cold February night
Him chilled beyond belief
Her warm as ever
The awkward dinner
The waiting
Watching him, wondering
"Why am I so lucky"
Three words; Latin
"Mea opulus tui"
Not to be taken lightly
Started all of this
Restaurant bench
Watching, waiting
Wondering
And then he kissed her.
Eyes shut tight
Was this the right moment?
The butterflies
Countless butterflies
Later down the road…
That night in remembrance
Constantly thinking, dreaming
That day. Wednesday.
So scared
More excited
They held hands
She dropped her books
Kissed at the classroom door
Smile as big as the sun
That day forward
Her perfect life had be
I before E, except after C. by WillowTree, literature
Literature
I before E, except after C.
The theory was;
Trapped beyond belief
Desolate comfort,
Comfort of machinery.
Keep going, false hope
Nonsense to think
They would ever recover.
Day by day, put a hand
Or a leg in, through the straps.
"The machines are new, never uused."
Was that the inspiration?
People staring, degrading
Theses were "heroes", to be awarded
Oh, Contrare.
False beliefs, personalities shattered.
The idea, the Theory.
Stay above the water line.
Blind your eyes, erase your mind
Turn a fool, if necessary.
Nowhere else to go, it didn't matter
Nothing did.
"Stick to the machines, kid,
and stay out of love."
Current Residence: Mesa? Favourite genre of music: Anything but country. Fuck country. Favourite photographer: You know who you are. Personal Quote: There will ALWAYS be women in rubber flirting with me.
hey.....I found the song My Heart Will Go On in orchestra and ooomg beautiful. lots of oboe parts. I think u'd like it. U may have heard it before idk. but it is gorgeous. i'll have to let u listen to it sometime