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“i wanna be defined by the things that i love, not the things i hate – not the things that i’m afraid of, not the things that haunt me in the middle of the night... i, i just think that you are what you love.”

• .・゜゜・ ♡ ・゜゜・．

“time, mystical time

cuttin’ me open, then healin’ me fine

were there clues i didn’t see?

and isn’t it just so pretty to think

all along there was some

invisible string

tying you to me...?

a string that pulled me

out of all the wrong arms right into that dive bar

something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire

chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons

one single thread of gold tied me to you

cold was the steel of my axe to grind

for the boys who broke my heart

now i send their babies presents

gold was the color of the leaves

when i showed you around centennial park

hell was the journey but it brought me heaven

time, wondrous time

gave me the blues and then purple pink skies

and it’s cool, baby, with me

and isn’t it just so pretty to think

all along there was some

invisible string

tying you to me...?”

♡

♡

“shifting eyes and vacancy vanished when i saw your face

all i can say is it was enchanting to meet you...

your eyes whispered ‘have we met?’

across the room your silhouette starts to make it’s way to me

the playful conversation starts

counter all your quick remarks, like passing notes in secrecy

and it was enchanting to meet you

all i can say is i was enchanted to meet you...

this night is sparkling, don’t you let it go

i’m wonder struck, blushing all the way home

i’ll spend forever wondering if you knew

i was enchanted to meet you

the lingering question kept me up

two a.m., who do you love?

i wonder till i’m wide awake

now i’m pacing back and forth, wishing you were at my door

i’d open up and you would say, hey

it was enchanting to meet you...

all i know is i was, enchanted to meet you”

♡

♡

“sweet tea in the summer

cross your heart, won’t tell no other

and though i can’t recall your face,

i still got love for you...

your braids like a pattern

love you to the moon and to saturn

passed down like folk songs,

the love lasts so long...

and i’ve been meaning to tell you –

i think your house is haunted

your dad is always mad and that must be why

and i think you should come live with

me and we can be pirates

then you won’t have to cry

or hide in the closet

and just like a folk song

our love will be passed on...”

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♡

“you pull my chair out and help me in,

and you don’t know how nice that is

but i do...

and you throw your head back laughing like a little kid

i think it’s strange that you think i’m funny ‘cause he never did

i’ve been spending the last eight months

thinking all love ever does

is break and burn and end...

but on a wednesday in a cafe

i watched it begin again...

you said you never met one boy

who had as many james taylor records as you

but i do...

we tell stories and you don’t know why

i’m coming off a little shy

but i do...

but you throw your head back laughing like a little kid

i think it’s strange that you think i’m funny ‘cause he never did

and i’ve been spending the last eight months

thinking all love ever does

is break and burn and end

but on a wednesday in a cafe

i watched it begin again...

and we walked

down the block to my car and i almost brought him up

but you

start to talk about the movies that your family watches

every single christmas

but i want to talk about that

and for the first time, what’s past is past

‘cause you throw your head back laughing like a little kid

i think it’s strange that you think i’m funny ‘cause he never did

and i’ve been spending the last eight months

thinking all love ever does

is break and burn and end

but on a wednesday in a cafe, i watched it begin again...”

♡

♡

“is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me?

i’m not cut out for all these cynical clones

these hunters with cell phones

take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die

i don’t belong, and my beloved, neither do you

those windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

i’m setting off, but not without my muse

what should be over burrowed under my skin

in heart-stopping waves of hurt

i’ve come too far to watch some namedropping sleaze

tell me what are my words worth

take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die

i don’t belong, and my beloved, neither do you

those windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

i’m setting off, but not without my muse

i want auroras and sad prose

i want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet

‘cause i haven’t moved in years

and i want you right here

a red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground

with no one around to tweet it

while i bathe in cliffside pools

with my calamitous love and insurmountable grief

take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die

i don’t belong, and my beloved, neither do you

those windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

i’m setting off, but not without my muse

no, not without you...”

♡

♡

“we could leave the christmas lights up ‘til january

and this is our place, we make the rules

and there’s a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear

have i known you twenty seconds or twenty years?

can i go where you go?

can we always be this close forever and ever?

and, ah, take me out, and take me home

you’re my, my, my, my

lover...

we could let our friends crash in the living room

this is our place, we make the call

and i’m highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

i’ve loved you three summers now, honey, but i want ‘em all

can i go where you go?

can we always be this close forever and ever?

and ah, take me out, and take me home

(forever and ever)

you’re my, my, my, my

lover...

ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?

with every guitar string scar on my hand

i take this magnetic force of a woman to be my lover

my heart’s been borrowed and yours has been blue

all’s well that ends well to end up with you

swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover

and you’ll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

and at every table, i’ll save you a seat, lover

can i go where you go?

can we always be this close forever and ever?

and, ah, take me out, and take me home

(forever and ever)

you’re my, my, my, my

oh, you’re my, my, my, my

darling, you’re my, my, my, my

lover...”

• .・゜゜・ ♡ ・゜゜・．

“it’s a love story, baby, just say ‘yes’...”

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