naathyn
02-17-2006, 07:03 PM
Magic Squid / Insanity / Graceful Memories / Peaceful Illusions / Fair Farewells / Window Cries
I sit by the window and ask myself the meaning of life,
I don't really know why but it sometimes makes me cry,
It could be the curtain, carpet, colour, or lights,
But I seldomly ask myself why she had to die;
And is she still swimming with the squid that took her life?
Some might ask if I see her when I wake,
I tell them I see her every second, minute, hour, of the day,
Most people hold back from calling me insane,
Though I usually am the first to call them all the same;
Because they all knew nothing of Grace.
Grace do you remember me? I was in the play,
I was always singing to all your songs backstage,
We would seldom swing but I had no clue what to say,
I always dreamed that I would cure all your pain;
Oh, and please forgive the squid... he just wanted to play.
Grace I'm not a poet but I really like to sing,
And dreaming up a talent show and you singing with me,
With the bright lights and illusions and just us on the beach,
No squids are around hungry enough to eat;
We would never win first place, but we both enjoyed the dream.
Farewell Grace I'm leaving you today,
My mind juice and vocal chords have nothing else to say,
My illusions are dim there's nothing for me to take,
My spiders have set in and they always scare you away;
Don't worry I've made arrangements to meet at the same place.
I sit here by the window asking myself what went wrong,
I sit here by my window wondering who will write this poem...
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Okay guys, this was actually taken from a song that I wrote last night (acoustic) so it might sound a little choppy reading it... It's meant to be read at a slow tempo, thanks for having a look.
I sit by the window and ask myself the meaning of life,
I don't really know why but it sometimes makes me cry,
It could be the curtain, carpet, colour, or lights,
But I seldomly ask myself why she had to die;
And is she still swimming with the squid that took her life?
Some might ask if I see her when I wake,
I tell them I see her every second, minute, hour, of the day,
Most people hold back from calling me insane,
Though I usually am the first to call them all the same;
Because they all knew nothing of Grace.
Grace do you remember me? I was in the play,
I was always singing to all your songs backstage,
We would seldom swing but I had no clue what to say,
I always dreamed that I would cure all your pain;
Oh, and please forgive the squid... he just wanted to play.
Grace I'm not a poet but I really like to sing,
And dreaming up a talent show and you singing with me,
With the bright lights and illusions and just us on the beach,
No squids are around hungry enough to eat;
We would never win first place, but we both enjoyed the dream.
Farewell Grace I'm leaving you today,
My mind juice and vocal chords have nothing else to say,
My illusions are dim there's nothing for me to take,
My spiders have set in and they always scare you away;
Don't worry I've made arrangements to meet at the same place.
I sit here by the window asking myself what went wrong,
I sit here by my window wondering who will write this poem...
___________________________
Okay guys, this was actually taken from a song that I wrote last night (acoustic) so it might sound a little choppy reading it... It's meant to be read at a slow tempo, thanks for having a look.