her;
i like to write songs when i'm bored, and this is where my
musings go. i like the way some words sound when they roll off your tongue.
stars, tears,
glimmer, rain, time, weave them into a
fairytale that i can escape to. thinks that the sun is beautiful and the rain is just as awe inducing. because
life isn't quite as
perfect as i'd like it to be, but i guess it comes pretty
close sometimes. silver chains that go around my neck or wrists are
loved
and friends are awesome people who pull you through no matter what and shelter you from the fierce gale there, so i guess its pretty much a
wonderful life afterall.
1+2+3=6, i like to count the things that glow in the sky when i sleep at night.
zephyr is a nice name and
amethyst sounds just
right. i believe that i'm a daughter of
l'aube. tell me all about it. mood swings reporting in the next
3 seconds! unstable mentle condition
is inducing a
long long paragraph. maybe this should be the end of what might have been a nice long
histoire.
maybe not.
stars rain sun moon
and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down
let it out;
credits;
codes:
silverbow artemis
lyrics:
silverbow artemis
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Saturday, January 31, 2009
---Prince Of My Fairytale
Hark this melody,
Dashing through the stars,
Calls back a memory,
Of you and who you are,
Yeah the world is sharpening,
And I can see better,
Yet I see no white horse,
No knight in shining armour,
But I no longer feel lost,
And the weather's just turned better.
You're the one I've been waiting for,
My heart's answering your call,
Hey look up, all hail:
The prince of my fairytale.
An awakening dreamer,
Can't remember what's in my dream.
But something makes me feel sure,
It's somewhere that you've been.
It seems like I should know you,
So much time spent finding you,
Yeah I see no white horse,
No knight in shining armour,
But I no longer feel lost,
The weather's just turned better.
You're the one I've been waiting for,
My heart's answering your call,
Hey look up, all hail:
The prince of my fairytale.
Hear this melody,
Dashing through the stars.
It's a beautiful story,
Of us and who we are...
even tears do dry, in their own time: 6:08 PM.
