Barcelona, Spain. Never forget.
Cultural smudges, finger prints in my beliefs.
You've turned the screws of my clockwise view.
I asked for a reason and you gave me this city.
Set out for a chance to grow and fly away from the familiar faces who only try to love. Step out into a place with everything to learn and more to know; where I will write my own fiction and paint my own story. First introductions to misplaced seductions - four became my comfort and it felt so real. Grow with me, this month is our own, teach me to believe and I will throw you my heart and all that I have to offer. The four placed in front of me, soon the same four ripped away. Remember the goodbyes - the four teary-eyed goodbyes; it was never so hard to walk away.
Kelly, Jackie, Carmen, and Charles. You've all changed my life forever and I will always remember. I love you with all my heart and more.
Wet sand beneath my feet you used to complain when I got the tiny crystals on your white bed sheets. I denied it was me and put my fingers to your lips while you wrapped your arms tightly around my body. Please whisper softly before I have to go. It's time, I'm so afraid to be without you and I do not want to leave. Far from gentlemen, but you were so gentle. Foreign fingertips up and down my spine, exhale sweet Spanish air but pretend I don't have to leave, it's too soon, and the beauty that we built and the strength between your arms linger with the soft goodbyes. I told you I have to go and you told me to stay. I gave you a frown and you squeezed my hand in yours. The hands of the clock danced circles, and although I feltl no movement in time, your bathroom light was on and it clashed with the moon's sinking sillhoutte. You squinted to catch my glance and I burried my face into your chest because I felt your heart drop as you saw the pain in my eyes and the dark sketches of planes shooting off into the empty dull skies. I touched your face and you touched my heart; I told you my name and you told me your life. I shed for the sigh that still breathes goodbye. Although I remember more than most can believe, I miss you more than I try to forget. And all the while it kills me most because I won't ever have to say goodbye to you again.
4:30 am and still looking back, you close your door, reflecting numbers "308" into the tranquil halls.
It's my last tear, your last kiss, and I am trying to hold on.
"Hola chica," "I must explain to you about Holland and The Netherlands again?"
"How do you call this...?" "I've been thinking about you alot today.."
Goodbyes aren't any different in Holland are they? I miss your touch.
Barcelona, Spain. July 2006. Remember When...
You've turned the screws of my clockwise view.
I asked for a reason and you gave me this city.
Set out for a chance to grow and fly away from the familiar faces who only try to love. Step out into a place with everything to learn and more to know; where I will write my own fiction and paint my own story. First introductions to misplaced seductions - four became my comfort and it felt so real. Grow with me, this month is our own, teach me to believe and I will throw you my heart and all that I have to offer. The four placed in front of me, soon the same four ripped away. Remember the goodbyes - the four teary-eyed goodbyes; it was never so hard to walk away.
Kelly, Jackie, Carmen, and Charles. You've all changed my life forever and I will always remember. I love you with all my heart and more.
Wet sand beneath my feet you used to complain when I got the tiny crystals on your white bed sheets. I denied it was me and put my fingers to your lips while you wrapped your arms tightly around my body. Please whisper softly before I have to go. It's time, I'm so afraid to be without you and I do not want to leave. Far from gentlemen, but you were so gentle. Foreign fingertips up and down my spine, exhale sweet Spanish air but pretend I don't have to leave, it's too soon, and the beauty that we built and the strength between your arms linger with the soft goodbyes. I told you I have to go and you told me to stay. I gave you a frown and you squeezed my hand in yours. The hands of the clock danced circles, and although I feltl no movement in time, your bathroom light was on and it clashed with the moon's sinking sillhoutte. You squinted to catch my glance and I burried my face into your chest because I felt your heart drop as you saw the pain in my eyes and the dark sketches of planes shooting off into the empty dull skies. I touched your face and you touched my heart; I told you my name and you told me your life. I shed for the sigh that still breathes goodbye. Although I remember more than most can believe, I miss you more than I try to forget. And all the while it kills me most because I won't ever have to say goodbye to you again.
4:30 am and still looking back, you close your door, reflecting numbers "308" into the tranquil halls.
It's my last tear, your last kiss, and I am trying to hold on.
"Hola chica," "I must explain to you about Holland and The Netherlands again?"
"How do you call this...?" "I've been thinking about you alot today.."
Goodbyes aren't any different in Holland are they? I miss your touch.
Barcelona, Spain. July 2006. Remember When...