drinking. four thirty in the morning.

Mar 04, 2007 04:17

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this came out as a haiku somehow. leswainsleigh March 4 2007, 15:19:39 UTC
a cage full of birds
the small ones are pretty, but
they fit through the bars.

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jngle4goldfish March 4 2007, 21:39:50 UTC
there is this song that reminds me of you:

I have often walked down this street before.
But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before.
All at once am I several stories high,
Knowing I'm on the street where you live.

Are there lilac trees in the heart of town?
Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?
Does enchantment pour out of every door?
No, it's just on the street where you live.

And, oh the towering feeling,
Just to know somehow you are near.
The overpowering feeling,
That any second you may suddenly appear.

People stop and stare, they don't bother me.
For there's nowhere else on earth that I would rather be,
Let the time go by, I won't care,
If I can be here on the street where you live.
<3

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