I Made This Place For You. A Place For You To Love Me 4/4/12
Well, it could have been the way he twisted it in his fingers or maybe it was the way he would take it off only to put it back on, but i could swear he was reeling in his mind about the hard fact that someone had given him a gift. The way he looked at the crystal on the chain, like it was something he could fall in love with, might have broken something inside of me. Well, i didn't think there was anything left to break.
So much of me calls out to you. Like a man calls out as he lays at the foot of the stairs. He's broken his legs and his age has withered to the point that he has no strength to pick himself up. He looks around his mansion. So much money has been wasted on this place. He calls out once more and realizes no one is coming. He sees the painting of him, his own face, younger and thinner, smiling at him. He turns away. So do i.
The worst is i know how this will end. I can wax poetics about the beauty of a crush and how grand it is to see the Eiffel tower from afar, but i am too close by now and when you see the Eiffel tower up close all you can think about is how many people have jumped to their deaths there or maybe that's just me, but the truth is when i look into your eyes i either think about how i want to find an ocean just as blue and build a cottage right next to it or how i want to find a swamp that reminds me of them and drown myself. My heart can't take anymore of this and this will end like all true love stories do. Someone will get left behind. I hope to the stars its me.
So much of me calls out to you. Like a man calls out as he lays at the foot of the stairs. He's broken his legs and his age has withered to the point that he has no strength to pick himself up. He looks around his mansion. So much money has been wasted on this place. He calls out once more and realizes no one is coming. He sees the painting of him, his own face, younger and thinner, smiling at him. He turns away. So do i.
The worst is i know how this will end. I can wax poetics about the beauty of a crush and how grand it is to see the Eiffel tower from afar, but i am too close by now and when you see the Eiffel tower up close all you can think about is how many people have jumped to their deaths there or maybe that's just me, but the truth is when i look into your eyes i either think about how i want to find an ocean just as blue and build a cottage right next to it or how i want to find a swamp that reminds me of them and drown myself. My heart can't take anymore of this and this will end like all true love stories do. Someone will get left behind. I hope to the stars its me.