Please read this and write in the comments section what you think it's about. This is an experiment with writing that I'm doing. There is no wrong answer!!!! Write whatever you feel it's about. The more unique, the better. Once you write an opion, I'll message you on facebook and explain what I did/what it means.
The morning after is an attempt to say we owned the night.
Game over, finish him!
I hate the beach.
What would you say
if I let go?
This is it. You're hiding all the right things for forty five days. Emotion is screaming for you to stay with me
but you can't be real with me.
I'm trying to refrain from being in a town like this but you'd say I was trying to have the life of a pirate. You say you're California bound so can you show me what I'm looking for? Turn back the time to before December, when we were together with the sun down.
If the moon fell down tonight,
would you be coming clean?
Tell me the truth about the love note where you told me to never change?
All those nights and that lovely sound.
I'm ready and I need this more than you know.
You're all around me and I can breathe today; I feel fully alive. And suddenly, for one night only, we're so high in this. Do I have to leave? Aren't you scared I'll fall asleep at the wheel? Just say anything and I'll stay. Every time we touch, I'm amazed. I have a troubled mind but I love your existence, simply and perfectly.
I guess I wouldn't mind if we blamed it on the rain
because you say a mess it grows.
I'm finally proud and you're anchors away; headed back to the East Coast.
With diamonds and daisies, I'm trying to get closer to you. Under the stars that were forgotten, I miss you. I know love versus life is stupid but I need you for both.
I've got a feeling these streets trail seven letters. Sunlight and photographs help me to breathe again. It's just been one of those days again.
The one you knew is still here
but I'm living with the fear you won't fall.
Please don't look away.
I'd rather be with you but, as fate has it, one of those days next winter you'll be free of me. I will no longer have a friend like you.
All the stars in the sky, they bring me to you and you look lovely tonight. I'm leading someone else's life. I keep saying to myself that everything will be alright because you're beautiful in my eyes. You fell from a star but if we're just friends, we can't have your Candy Land wedding.
I still believe I could be good to you.
There's a girl with beautiful eyes and I just can't breathe when you take my hand.
Be my runaway and this could be a moment or a lifetime.
All night is alright but don't call it sunrise until you put your hands against the sky. Dreamers and believers are going to take over so stop this restless motion.
Timing isn't your thing yet I'm headed for the West Coast, our planes passing as we travel. We're kids in love and you're my miss magazine. Dear time traveler, a formal introduction would have been nice. Yes, even stars break but we've got the rain on our side.
Come what may but even you have to admit
there's beauty
in the breakdown.
Her eyes say yes and we're alone with the sunrise at last.
Get a grip, time bomb baby.
but I'm living with the fear you won't fall.
Please don't look away.
I'd rather be with you but, as fate has it, one of those days next winter you'll be free of me. I will no longer have a friend like you.
All the stars in the sky, they bring me to you and you look lovely tonight. I'm leading someone else's life. I keep saying to myself that everything will be alright because you're beautiful in my eyes. You fell from a star but if we're just friends, we can't have your Candy Land wedding.
I still believe I could be good to you.
There's a girl with beautiful eyes and I just can't breathe when you take my hand.
Be my runaway and this could be a moment or a lifetime.
All night is alright but don't call it sunrise until you put your hands against the sky. Dreamers and believers are going to take over so stop this restless motion.
Timing isn't your thing yet I'm headed for the West Coast, our planes passing as we travel. We're kids in love and you're my miss magazine. Dear time traveler, a formal introduction would have been nice. Yes, even stars break but we've got the rain on our side.
Come what may but even you have to admit
there's beauty
in the breakdown.
Her eyes say yes and we're alone with the sunrise at last.
Get a grip, time bomb baby.
About a relationship, current or past. you want to fix things, but you're not sure how they're going to play out, maybe? You love the good and try to fix the bad?.
ReplyDeleteI give up, tell me.
-Ebony
P.S. - very nice work =)
First off, this was beautiful and I adored it.
ReplyDeleteI think that it could be interpreted many different ways which was probably your point.
But anyways, I feel like the narrator was talking about a past relationship or the ending of a relationship that they never really wanted to end. I think the person they were with was hiding something so immense that after awhile they could no longer even think about telling the truth. I think the two people were polar opposites and yet had so much in common. Attracted to each other like magnets: Once they were together it was so hard to pull apart. I think the narrator and the their lover were both young and naive wallowing in young love and the thought that love was all there is to life.
I'm probably so far off that it is ridiculous. But I have no life so I figured I'd read this anyway.
I feel like we're running through a massive montage to music, through seasons, across the states, countries, the world, through grass and snow, looking up to the stars and out into the ocean, the horizon. We're running, running, running, occasionally stopping to stare at a girl, but we can't see her face. Help me out, Shanaynay. I'd love to know :) Love you.
ReplyDeleteKaty Perry, Unrequited love, song lyrics. If this were a real story I would say the girl/man is lost. They don't know what they want or who they want, but they think they want this girl. They want her, but they don't actually want her because if they had her they'd have no idea what to do with her. Or she hurt them.
ReplyDeleteIn reality I think it's some writting and some song lyrics and it's kinda a hodgepodge or emotions and feelings all tangled into this stream of thought. Its interesting, but vague and confusing, like I think it's meant to be.