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They say that time...
heals a broken heart...but time has stood still...since we've been apart..I can't stop loving you, I said I made up my mind...to live in memory of the lonesome times..I can't stop loving you.....
Those heavy hours. That we once knew. Though long ago. Still make me blue.
What are my ambitions? What are my goals? What in the world do I hope to accomplish? I want to experience some different things, like I plan to be part of CAPE, which is a satellite program, but I'm in Computer Science, and I want to join our school's ACM, yet I want to learn about Cognitive Science..then again I guess these things are all still essentially part of the same thing, so it doesn't really matter? But what am I going to do with all of this? When I think about doing research, I always imagine a person with really innovative ideas. I don't have any of that...or at least, I don't have anything innovative going on in my head. Maybe one day I will eventually become that kind of person? Maybe so...
Oh I know the music's fine like sparkling wine, go and have your fun.
You were playing the piccolo lightly, and in this cold weather, the sound carried well over the lake. I could hear the tune you were playing, and it sounded like a small child giggling. Not really, but that is what I imagined. A child running and hiding in a field of overgrown grass and flowers. There is a person playing tag with the child, which is the cause for laughter. At this thought I smiled, and imagined I was the child.
I try to stay awake and remember my name.
Placing one foot in front of the other, I find myself heading towards you. Your piccolo still playing, you become the snake charmer, and I your enchanted beast. But I do not slither towards you. I walk surely, well aware of my destination. And soon I am at your side. You don't stop playing, you don't even look at me. I lay at your side, and you continue to play, but you have eased your way into a soft tune, a lullaby...
You may be nice; don't know who I am....You're innocent; don't know how I am.
There is something tickling my nose. I wake up to find a rogue blade of grass has found its way into my nostril, so I roll over and rub my nose. I see that you have fallen asleep next to me, and I inch closer to you. Your body is warm on this cold night, and I selfishly use that to my advantage. Your back is to me, your back slightly curled, piccolo safely tucked into the crook of your body. I convince myself that you possessed me, and go back to sleep.
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