I've never heard your sweat lolling, rhythmic voice.
I'm sure if I did it would remind me of a white sandy beach with whispering waves.
This doesn't mean you are quiet or serious. It just means your voice would make me quake.
When I look in your eyes, if I had ever seen you, I'd see lazuli blue.
Or, maybe they are the color of a muggy day; hard and gray.
I wouldn't know.
I don't know for sure, but you'd make me feel a sudden fear.
The kind of fear that crawls like a slug. Leaving your skin clammy and pale.
And when it gets to the top, all there is left to do is jump. So I jump.
That is, if I knew you. But I don't. And I probably never will.
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She's engaged... Perfect timing, huh?
This reminds me (somewhat) of a Pulp song (yours is a little sadder):
I wrote the song two hours before we met.
I didn't know your name or what you looked like yet.
Oh I could have stayed at home and gone to bed.
I could have gone to see a film instead.
You might have changed your mind and seen your friends
Life could have been very different then but something changed.
Do you believe that there's someone up above?
Does he have a timetable directing acts of love?
Why did I write this song on that day?
Why did you touch my hand and softly say.
Stop asking questions that don't matter anyway.
Just give us a kiss to celebrate here today something changed.
When we woke up that morning we had no way of knowing
That in a matter of hours we'd change the way we were going.
Where would I be now if we'd never met.
Would I be singing this song to someone else instead I dunno
But like you said something changed.
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