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Dec. 5, 2004 I just want to play a song with a melody and chords. A beautiful melody that can't be outplayed or covered, by perfumed pillowcase love. I'm not fancy with my poetry, my thoughts don't get very expensive, my lines don't get very extensive. I'm true to you and that's for sure, I love you and there’s no easy way of explaining, no simple way of retaining. (You) and look at me. This isn't even pretty. Why'd I think it would be? You know me inside, without my lofty verbiage. You know me inside And it isn't even Pretty. If my heart would make the sound, I without calling out your name, without speaking, would tell you all the things I want to say, And as your ears filled with this intoxicating arrangement, you would only just nod in agreement. Even in my worst key, even in my silence. You would confirm your love, as decided as the day you sang it out. And again you would sing, because you know me inside, without my lofty verbiage. You know me inside And it isn't even Pretty. ------------ About the author: Mechele Cassells is 22. One day she will own her own radio station, write a couple books and get married. In the meantime she'll just play guitar, drink coffee, and eat dictionaries. That's the life! Email: mecheolight@aol.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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