When whispers no longer survive;
Happy.
Because there's you and me.
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Sunday, November 19, 2006
@ 7:48 AM
I’ll just have to wait till I’m seventy-five
To tell you my story, what keeps me alive
For every time I try and tell it, I run out of words
And every time I try to show it, my vision gets blurred
For it’s hard to tell a story that doesn’t have an end
Though when I’m seventy-five I’ll have years to dedicate to my pen
I may not have an ending, but I’ll have a long enough story to tell
From the day I was born, to the day I first fell
I’ll write down all our secrets, expose us to the bone
When we’re seventy-five, and I’m an old crone
When we sit back and stare at the world we once knew
How strange will it be, if our sky is not blue?
If all I have are these memories I write
The music in my head that keeps me up all night
When I’m seventy-five, will I still remember this
Everyone I’ve loved, every 1st kiss?
I’m only 14 now, soon to turn 15
60 Years to seventy-five, 60 years to dream
And when I’m seventy-five, will I still celebrate the 1st 9th of the year?
Or will I ignore it, out of an aging fear?
When your seventy-five, will you still remember me?
The girl you never got, the girl who’s heart was free?
When your seventy-five, will these words still ring a bell?
A lost piece of the puzzle, part of heaven and hell
When I’m seventy-five and look back on my life
Look back on the changes, look at all the strife
Will I wear a smile, or will I wear a frown
In the last years of my life, will you still be around?
I’ll just have to wait till I’m seventy-five
To tell you my story, what keeps me alive
For every time I try and tell it, I run out of words
And every time I try to show it, my vision gets blurred
Dedicated to YOU.
I STILL LOVE YOU.
AM stillcrying;AM stillwaiting;AM stillLoving.
May be temperate;but AM stillMe.