M i r a i`s DraMachine .

the junkyard of utterly random thoughts of an ordinary 16 year old :]

11.23.2007

Phone Lines && Low Definitions .

You`re slowly swaying to those melodramatic symphonies going on in your head again . Have you not realized the music has changed ? It`s for you && I now. ."Seemingly endless hallways with you && I at centerstage" , I said . But no , you`re not noticing the way I`ve shaken up since the moment you touched my entity . But then: Yes, I`ve already decided to try my luck on you .


Let me cut through your phone lines , for you to notice the sequence I put in slow motion . Where we had a brief blissful moment together with monosyllables uttered from our pretentious mouths .I thought I could map myself onto your life at that time . But [ once again ] , you had your black-sapphire eyes unfocused on me .


Oh star , I wish you would fall beside me tonight . Crashes && burns do not matter to me , I just need your ethereal light. . .


So pack your bags now . Leave me lingering for your rare smiles . We`ll make the great escape from this cynical world . Where land grows abundance && where the sun sheds teardrops. . .Dreams .


Now I sit at the edges of misery , knowing that your phone lines are dead , as well as your heart . But I look up && see the brand new moon . I just know tonight && every moment spent figuring you out is worth it. . . As I hear the low definitions from the melodramatic symphony you sing so softly .



* "composition" XD

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