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I think those lyrics are the foundation of what our friendship or rather what our bitterness is built on.
We didn't realize that when we sang it to each other, we were singing the song that would kill us so much.
*Ahem*
Correction.
Kill me.
When you see me you just nod your head towards me, your voice, and your words; as if I no longer deserve it.
They always say time heals all wounds, but like many other cliched hearts, I beg to differ.
It was always such a catchy tune and as a young teen drowning in your words and a rather
horrid voice; It was all I needed.
I have tried to let you go, I swear. I promise! I promise! And you know I never break promises.
I have loved you through the thorns and bushes but I have always been the weeds.
And it's okay, it's okay.
I have tried and tried to do the exact thing you always sang to me.
Through the white-green corridors our voices would fill and our companionship satisfied us.
It was alright. It was alright.
The cold marble bench that we always sat at 7 in the morning absorbed our laughs and the lyrics and the thoughts and the everything.
And though the songs our lungs sang, I'm learning to let go of you jaw and your punches.
I learnt to let go of your hair and puns.
I learnt to let go of your smile and your walk.
But for I have learnt, I have forgotten someone else's jaw, someone else's punches. Someone else's hair and someone else's puns. Someone else's smile and someone else's walk.
You are a different person now, and I still love you.
All it took was a nod.
We didn't realize that when we sang it to each other, we were singing the song that would kill us so much.
*Ahem*
Correction.
Kill me.
When you see me you just nod your head towards me, your voice, and your words; as if I no longer deserve it.
They always say time heals all wounds, but like many other cliched hearts, I beg to differ.
It was always such a catchy tune and as a young teen drowning in your words and a rather
horrid voice; It was all I needed.
I have tried to let you go, I swear. I promise! I promise! And you know I never break promises.
I have loved you through the thorns and bushes but I have always been the weeds.
And it's okay, it's okay.
I have tried and tried to do the exact thing you always sang to me.
Through the white-green corridors our voices would fill and our companionship satisfied us.
It was alright. It was alright.
The cold marble bench that we always sat at 7 in the morning absorbed our laughs and the lyrics and the thoughts and the everything.
And though the songs our lungs sang, I'm learning to let go of you jaw and your punches.
I learnt to let go of your hair and puns.
I learnt to let go of your smile and your walk.
But for I have learnt, I have forgotten someone else's jaw, someone else's punches. Someone else's hair and someone else's puns. Someone else's smile and someone else's walk.
You are a different person now, and I still love you.
All it took was a nod.
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Um. So I started college today, and he greeted me with a nod. It's such a sob story I know, I know.
Sometimes you miss the person right beside you, you know?
I wanted to always write about him, because what is a writer without pain?
And he is pain.
If you wonder what song/songs I'm talking about, one of them is Semi-charmed Life- Third Eye Blind.
The rest of the songs, I would rather not share, because It is all that I have of him.
This is the particular line.
"I want something else, not listening when you say, goodbye"
It just kills me. We were saying goodbye before we knew it.
*ahem*
OKAY. Critiques and suggestions welcomed, any help, just anything.
Comment!
Sometimes you miss the person right beside you, you know?
I wanted to always write about him, because what is a writer without pain?
And he is pain.
If you wonder what song/songs I'm talking about, one of them is Semi-charmed Life- Third Eye Blind.
The rest of the songs, I would rather not share, because It is all that I have of him.
This is the particular line.
"I want something else, not listening when you say, goodbye"
It just kills me. We were saying goodbye before we knew it.
*ahem*
OKAY. Critiques and suggestions welcomed, any help, just anything.
Comment!
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This is great, it brings back memories for me. Nice Job.