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Like a lyrical crescendo your voice changed
From warm and embracive now estranged
But I, after all, arranged to finish this song
With you on my mind and the words all wrong
With a lump in my throat and an electric smile
Because be it happy or sad, I cherish our little while
I hold dear, waking up to your shower serenades
Or the how you indulged all my crazy traits
Like the way I could jump out of bed with a song
I'd go and write it out and you'd hum along
My guitar, our voices and so much coffee
Shaking hands and stealing kisses to surprise
Who knew not to dream could be so nice
Who knew I would have to go on without you
From warm and embracive now estranged
But I, after all, arranged to finish this song
With you on my mind and the words all wrong
With a lump in my throat and an electric smile
Because be it happy or sad, I cherish our little while
I hold dear, waking up to your shower serenades
Or the how you indulged all my crazy traits
Like the way I could jump out of bed with a song
I'd go and write it out and you'd hum along
My guitar, our voices and so much coffee
Shaking hands and stealing kisses to surprise
Who knew not to dream could be so nice
Who knew I would have to go on without you
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Dreamed a Little Dream
Dreamed a Little Dream
I am the river, still and tranquil, the moon creating diamonds of my surface.
I drift, and sift, brushing ever so softly against the sandy shore.
The soil so bibulous, porous, drinks me in with a purpose, of sustaining the life that it grows.
I seep around the rocks and the past, to be touched by something more.
The root of a tree finds what it needs, and participates in my potation.
I do not feel used, its much more mutualistic.
I nourish, it grows, then we both are witness to my transformation.
A vein in a leaf, I feel a cool breeze, and we dance apart, but together.
The sun shines through me and I feel it again, a ch
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A little thing called beauty
the bittersweet cacophony in the background noise,
a voluminous rhythm mirroring the beating of our hearts,
the sand slowly shifting down the hourglass,
like the stars to fade before the break of day,
or as the cool summer breeze silenced beneath the sun,
wondrous yet swiftly fleeting,
a crashing wave breaking for but a moment upon the shores of time
we count the passing seconds on twilight screens and wristwatches,
tiny grains to slip past the cracks of this fragile existence,
counting time like playing cards,
where every breath itself becomes a gamble,
we catalog moments and memories,
on temporary screens with vibrant color,
ignoring the c
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A Little Bit of Memory Loss
A room filled with hate,
A room in the dark.
Rooms fill this space,
They bleed dry my beating heart.
Without warning-- blinding light,
Bring elation into here.
Day is come,
And my heart is burning.
The morning's red,
Inside my head,
Bursting boozed,
From last night's gin.
Hair of the dog goes in,
Burns a bit down.
Without warning-- blinding light,
Bring elation into here.
Day is come,
And my heart is burning.
Show me the light,
I'll turn away,
I'm amidst the night,
That's just how I say,
I'll be alright.
...But don't trust me,
I'm a liar, you see?
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All though it seems to be sweeter at the ending rather than the beginning.
I couldn't bare to round this up with tragedy.
Stay tuned for updates on my new band!!!
Cheers and love,
Stefan
I couldn't bare to round this up with tragedy.
Stay tuned for updates on my new band!!!
Cheers and love,
Stefan
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