The Perfect Gift
All week Samuel has been telling me that he has a little gift for me. So, yesterday when I get to his apartment I expect a little gift, maybe flowers....a CD...something of that sort. Wow. I was wrong. Turns out he wrote me a song. I don't think he knew this but that is like my ultimate dream....soo..when he told me thats what my gift was...I freaked out on him!! So, we sat on his bed and he began playing....the whole time I swear I held my breath I was just so taken back by it all... the name of it is..
My Sweet Thing
Look me in the EYES,
With that look that melts away THE COLD.
It makes me smile and it warms me down to the bone.
Like a shinging light
It lifts me up and gives me hope.
You keep me on the ground
In the mornings when I wake up
I smile if you're there by me.
The bed is so much better if you're
there by me.
You're so damn cute when you open your eyes.
Shes a sweet thing
God knows she's good for me
She's my sweet thing
My Little Sugar Cookie.
Say it like you mean it
I'm really stoked because this song will be on his demo he is recording next weekend!! I am still just blown away by this. It is honestly the most sincere thing that anyone has ever done for me and I adore him for it. Thank you Samuel...you truely are the best.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Poems
Closed Heart
You tore my heart open and ripped it out.
I knew all along this was where it was headed.
A bruised back, broken heart, and this scar on my forehead
I not only got that but something more
Tears on my pillow and a closed heavy door
The door was to my heart
It'll never be open to you again
(never titled this one)
Walking through the rain,
she is hearing it splatter on the ground surrounding her body.
However she remains completely dry,
never becoming the slightest bit damp.
She realizes that this was her dream.
For once in her life she was not touched by anything,
nor was anything or anyone touched by her.
But as she savors this feeling,
that her dreams are no longer a fantasy.
She wonders,
is this what she really wanted,
and are anyone's dreams really their own.
In their subconscious sanity,
they are hoping for something totally different.
She treads on,
and watches the water spread at her feet.
The thought of never getting back to her world startles her,
as she opens her eyes only to be staring beneath her framed bed,
in her water drenched world.
You tore my heart open and ripped it out.
I knew all along this was where it was headed.
A bruised back, broken heart, and this scar on my forehead
I not only got that but something more
Tears on my pillow and a closed heavy door
The door was to my heart
It'll never be open to you again
(never titled this one)
Walking through the rain,
she is hearing it splatter on the ground surrounding her body.
However she remains completely dry,
never becoming the slightest bit damp.
She realizes that this was her dream.
For once in her life she was not touched by anything,
nor was anything or anyone touched by her.
But as she savors this feeling,
that her dreams are no longer a fantasy.
She wonders,
is this what she really wanted,
and are anyone's dreams really their own.
In their subconscious sanity,
they are hoping for something totally different.
She treads on,
and watches the water spread at her feet.
The thought of never getting back to her world startles her,
as she opens her eyes only to be staring beneath her framed bed,
in her water drenched world.
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