we're singing "Sure on this Shining Night" (the Lauridsen) in chorus at school
and I just miss you so much because
I want a faith like yours that could move mountains
I want a shameless penchant for weird behavior
I want to change my hair three times in six weeks
I want to see everything through a Kodak
I want to sweat heavily to techno and not care
I want to smile and smile and smile for no reason
I want to discuss zombies that look like puppets
I want to read poetry out loud late into the night
I want to have an iPod loaded with classical music
I want to joke about the boundaries of sexuality
I want to redefine the word "home"
I want to lay with you in the grass and stare at the Raleigh sky and hear you say we'll all stay friends and feel the hot tears make slug trails down my cheeks.
and I just miss you so much because
I want a faith like yours that could move mountains
I want a shameless penchant for weird behavior
I want to change my hair three times in six weeks
I want to see everything through a Kodak
I want to sweat heavily to techno and not care
I want to smile and smile and smile for no reason
I want to discuss zombies that look like puppets
I want to read poetry out loud late into the night
I want to have an iPod loaded with classical music
I want to joke about the boundaries of sexuality
I want to redefine the word "home"
I want to lay with you in the grass and stare at the Raleigh sky and hear you say we'll all stay friends and feel the hot tears make slug trails down my cheeks.
5 comments:
You've managed, once again, to say exactly what I've been trying to express for a few days. Not only that, but you managed to do so far more eloquently than I ever could.
I miss you.
and I miss you.
I hope you noticed the direct reference to yourself. :]
absolutely. I would give you my iPod, but i kind of need it myself.
haha. I understand.
Have I mentioned that I'm insanely jealous of your natural poetic flair?
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