Vanity__Dearest
11/16/05, 01:35 AM
This song was written for someone i'm extremely close/in love with. it's basially pretty cut and dry. a few deep things, but very simplistic thought. i know this forum has been pretty dead,but if you guys could comment...it's my first song for a whole month...just give it a chance. thanks people.
The Amor Confides
Tell the words to her woozy footsteps.
Speaking behind this, the words sear on the back of her frozen neck.
The spots left to be worn in, she steps her feet in the sand, and beats the patterns
1 to 4. Propositions of solid memos to the choir.
Sing our frozen chant, as the day tips itself from the month of twelfth.
To the first, and health singes itself against our cheeks.
In the dead of winter, the sparklers lit the cinders against the edges of the barrel, and they watched the ends of the world for a moment of heat.
They pause, as the spots of the ocean not crusted by ice run their course against their legs.
The hands fitted together like pieces of a puzzle, and he kissed the frost from her forehead.
There is so many things they had to worry about. But in this moment, they held each other as if they were the only section of heat left to be near of.
The beginning of this new year seemed convinced by the plane passing overhead. They were bound to dig each other out of the holds. Speaking so many words, there were only a few that would hold true now.
She locked his lips, and mouthed a silent memory slowly inside him. The days of sexual intention warped them into this weary, weakened body. But it was theirs. And they shook their lips, their hips as if they couldn’t stand to be apart.
1 to 4. Pick yourself up, and we pieced together our cold brave hearts.
Don’t hold me like I’m your only one. Just hold me like I’m your last.
These eyes, see way too much for their own good. What they have seen….we can’t ever find again.
There’s this mystery down the shoreline, where the men smell of sunlight, and the earth smells of death. But here, on this beach, the first of January, he held her hands like a sunrise, so short, but so enduring
I love you, like love is my last offered emotive.
The Amor Confides
Tell the words to her woozy footsteps.
Speaking behind this, the words sear on the back of her frozen neck.
The spots left to be worn in, she steps her feet in the sand, and beats the patterns
1 to 4. Propositions of solid memos to the choir.
Sing our frozen chant, as the day tips itself from the month of twelfth.
To the first, and health singes itself against our cheeks.
In the dead of winter, the sparklers lit the cinders against the edges of the barrel, and they watched the ends of the world for a moment of heat.
They pause, as the spots of the ocean not crusted by ice run their course against their legs.
The hands fitted together like pieces of a puzzle, and he kissed the frost from her forehead.
There is so many things they had to worry about. But in this moment, they held each other as if they were the only section of heat left to be near of.
The beginning of this new year seemed convinced by the plane passing overhead. They were bound to dig each other out of the holds. Speaking so many words, there were only a few that would hold true now.
She locked his lips, and mouthed a silent memory slowly inside him. The days of sexual intention warped them into this weary, weakened body. But it was theirs. And they shook their lips, their hips as if they couldn’t stand to be apart.
1 to 4. Pick yourself up, and we pieced together our cold brave hearts.
Don’t hold me like I’m your only one. Just hold me like I’m your last.
These eyes, see way too much for their own good. What they have seen….we can’t ever find again.
There’s this mystery down the shoreline, where the men smell of sunlight, and the earth smells of death. But here, on this beach, the first of January, he held her hands like a sunrise, so short, but so enduring
I love you, like love is my last offered emotive.