Anon Meme Part 2
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Impossible
I won't even give it a chance
Holding you
Improbable
You know you can't even dance
But it's you
I'm thinking of
It's just you
Tiger
In my dreams
Karina glared in annoyance at the lyric she'd scribbled on the edge of her history notes. She could hear the song in her head already, hear herself singing it. It came so easily she almost wanted to call it inspired, but it was just the truth spattered across a few verses. An insipid, corny, awful love song that she shouldn't even sing, on the off-chance someone actually understood who she was singing about.
Of course, the first chance she got she was going to transcribe the notes of the song. It wasn't too bad by itself; the lyrics could be changed later. Except for the fact that she didn't want to change it. She could scarcely hold back from humming it. Karina looked down at her clenched hands and realized she'd snapped the tip off of her pencil.
She grimaced down at the broken lead and splintered wood, wishing she wasn't in class, so she could scream. Why do I want to sing about him? Why won't he just get out of my mind? He's so old! And a total goofball. Except when he's looking at me that way, and my stomach drops out and I just want to... Stupid, stupid, stupid sexy Tiger! “Gah!” she said aloud, though not too loudly - none of the other girls were looking at her as if they noticed.
She flipped to a blank page in her notebook, trying to forget what was on the previous one. The indentations from writing looked like canyons she could read them so easily. She flipped to the next page. That was better, but she could still see it a little. Again, she turned it over, almost to the last ten pages, expecting to see more blue lines and fresh white paper. She saw instead a full page of her own frenzied, frequently scratched out writing.
Ballad of Wild Rose
Another night, a fresh new stage
How did I get here, how do I grow
In the dark, bearing my soul
Old man looked across the keys
He already knew what I wanted to be,
bought my heart for a dollar
Just one and I'm done for
Did you know I'm a wild rose, honey
Want to feel it all, I'm ready
But you won't ever know it fix later
I'm a wild rose that's just me, honey
Want to feel it all, I said it
But for now I'll take what I've got fix
Those eyes are so warm,
I hope, I wonder at the feeling
Does he even know?
A sunbeam punches
right through the clouds
I was frozen, now I'm just cold
Just a little cold now maybe "chill"?
Did you know I'm a wild rose, honey
Want to take you in, I'm ready
But still I'll watch you go
I'm a wild rose, it's true, honey
Want to take you in, vine and thorn
But right now the door is closed
I'm growing, growing up
So tall and strong, daddy
You know that day
I found the sun daddy
And it's oh so high
I'll never never catch it, daddy
You know it if I do I'll die REWORK
The bloom withers and it fades
I'll always be a wild rose, honey
There's a long road ahead, waiting
And time it moves so slow
I'll always be your wild rose
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Carefully, trying hard not to make noise while ripping the paper, she tore the offending page out. Years of practice passing surreptitious notes in class gave her the skill to remain unnoticed, even while folding it into increasingly small, hard, rectangles. She could throw it away in the wastebasket on the way out.
It didn't matter if she did though, the damn song was already in her head. This one was so much worse than the last one and taking up much more room in her mind than any song had a right to. It was far closer to what she was feeling than any of the others she'd written.
“Karina, are you all right?” her friend whispered behind her.
“I'm fine,” she said, turning her head just enough to mumble back and be heard.
“You're shaking.”
“I'll be fine, I swear” she hissed back. Karina knew she was going to have to sing it out, and she would. It would be just her luck, if she ended up with a popular song because of that clumsy old man.
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Seriously, excellent fill. Love it.
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