Words for someone who makes my spring 10x more beautiful.
It is an end to the broken heart winter of bitter cigarettes and holding on to the ice in a desperate attempt to not fall off the earth. No more peanut butter sandwiches and hot chocolate by the fire while we bandage scars and tell of how we ache in our sleep from the heartache from which we suffer.
Spring is a new time for us. It means hand holding as we walk down the brick mall. Sitting at a type writer in the middle of a set of trees while people walking stare, writing stories about how I love the days I get to spend with you. It means every moment is a new reason for me to live.
It is the yellow brick road to summer; to finding my heart, my mind, my courage, my home. It means cookout pool parties in my backyard while my parents, oblivious, spend their days in their offices filing paperwork, and coming home to wonder why we have no more chips or hot dogs or sodas. It is bike rides in dresses and new bathing suits with sail boats. It is sharing drunken memories in your bedroom while your parents are away for the weekend.
Spring time means graffiti by the bridge, on the tracks, on the coal tower. It means blowing up 40 red balloons and writing you love messages while I tie them everywhere that makes me think of you. It is writing you apologies for all the places I will have to think of someone else, where I will remember someone else's kiss.
It is the beginning of the future I hope I'll be able to have with you. It means an introduction to the short weeks or long months or even years I may be able to spend with you. It is the beginning of a good future, a brighter future. It gives me a reason to wake up each morning and go to bed every night, for the time is passed by you and I now. An end to clocks and calendars, this is our time.
Words by kgirard
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Written on 2009-04-27 at 00:51
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Soleil
Spring tastes like strawberries and lemonade on the back deck. It smells like crickets and days by the lake, basketball in your driveway and sitting in a bulldozer telling secrets. It is late drunken nights on the telephone where I spill my heart and admit how happy you make me.It is an end to the broken heart winter of bitter cigarettes and holding on to the ice in a desperate attempt to not fall off the earth. No more peanut butter sandwiches and hot chocolate by the fire while we bandage scars and tell of how we ache in our sleep from the heartache from which we suffer.
Spring is a new time for us. It means hand holding as we walk down the brick mall. Sitting at a type writer in the middle of a set of trees while people walking stare, writing stories about how I love the days I get to spend with you. It means every moment is a new reason for me to live.
It is the yellow brick road to summer; to finding my heart, my mind, my courage, my home. It means cookout pool parties in my backyard while my parents, oblivious, spend their days in their offices filing paperwork, and coming home to wonder why we have no more chips or hot dogs or sodas. It is bike rides in dresses and new bathing suits with sail boats. It is sharing drunken memories in your bedroom while your parents are away for the weekend.
Spring time means graffiti by the bridge, on the tracks, on the coal tower. It means blowing up 40 red balloons and writing you love messages while I tie them everywhere that makes me think of you. It is writing you apologies for all the places I will have to think of someone else, where I will remember someone else's kiss.
It is the beginning of the future I hope I'll be able to have with you. It means an introduction to the short weeks or long months or even years I may be able to spend with you. It is the beginning of a good future, a brighter future. It gives me a reason to wake up each morning and go to bed every night, for the time is passed by you and I now. An end to clocks and calendars, this is our time.
Words by kgirard
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Written on 2009-04-27 at 00:51
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