Sunday, May 14, 2006

this is the song that goes like this


"I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles
In our eyes are mirror images and when
We kiss they're perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate that God himself
Did make us into corresponding shapes like
Puzzle pieces from the clay
And true, it may seem like a stretch, but
Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
Head when you're away when I am missing you to death
When you are out there on the road for
Several weeks of shows and when you scan
The radio, I hope this song will guide you home

They will see us waving from such great
Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away,
'come down now,' but we'll stay..."


Friday was prom and I don't know if I know enough words to talk about it. I was with the most handsome boy in the world, and I love him so hard that it's nearly tangible. The look in his eyes, the smile dancing on his mouth, (the fact that he called me just then), his careless hair, his restless hands covering mine, his fingers gentle in the curve of my back. We danced all night and I forgot there were other people there. He took my hand to pull me onto the floor for our first slow dance and I can't even remember what it was, only that I was in his arms and in love. How he wanted to go into the photobooth, although he would have never told me he did. How he wanted to play and *sigh*. :) Joy.

1 Comments:

At 9:15 PM, Blogger Mike said...

first of all, that song, "Such Great Heights" by the postal service is like my (or at least one of my)favorite songs. But, yeah, that's awesome. That seems like a once in a lifetime experience.

 

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