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There and Back
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Spunk and charm,
rolled up in one,
Safe from most harm,
while scaring up fun.
Fingers gliding,
'cross strings and more,
A smile sliding,
into place, through the door.
Fear the unknown,
and you'll never see,
Why she's alone;
why she talks to me.
Others judge,
don't try to know,
Why she won't budge,
from the path she goes.
She's no fake,
a real true-blue;
When her pale lips quake,
it's due to, yes, you.
Look in her eyes,
tell me what's there,
Can you see through the guise,
or do you even care?
I don't understand,
human nature;
A "helping hand"
only reached out to hit her.
God, it seems,
wants her on the ground,
No matter the means,
as long as she's facedown.
I may not be a lot,
but I'm holding her hand,
And when things go to rot,
I'll sure do what I can.
I don't know why,
or even when,
But I know that I've,
come to love the little wren.
So come on, let's go,
put up your fight,
'Cuz I think you're just a show;
in fact I know that I'm right.
You've hurt her for too long,
and it's high time you left,
Just walk out of that song,
you planted; double clef.
She's shaking cold,
just look at what you've done,
These feelings of old,
tormenting her; making mascara run.
Gone is the spark
once so bright in her,
Even the call of the lark
fails to make her stir.
I wrap her up tight,
and give her my love;
And slowly the fight
returns; a messenger dove.
Long in recovering
from so much pain,
but it's not smothering
as it used to again.
And with me by her side,
I know she'll be all right;
I'll hold on for the ride,
and keep her eyes looking bright.
rolled up in one,
Safe from most harm,
while scaring up fun.
Fingers gliding,
'cross strings and more,
A smile sliding,
into place, through the door.
Fear the unknown,
and you'll never see,
Why she's alone;
why she talks to me.
Others judge,
don't try to know,
Why she won't budge,
from the path she goes.
She's no fake,
a real true-blue;
When her pale lips quake,
it's due to, yes, you.
Look in her eyes,
tell me what's there,
Can you see through the guise,
or do you even care?
I don't understand,
human nature;
A "helping hand"
only reached out to hit her.
God, it seems,
wants her on the ground,
No matter the means,
as long as she's facedown.
I may not be a lot,
but I'm holding her hand,
And when things go to rot,
I'll sure do what I can.
I don't know why,
or even when,
But I know that I've,
come to love the little wren.
So come on, let's go,
put up your fight,
'Cuz I think you're just a show;
in fact I know that I'm right.
You've hurt her for too long,
and it's high time you left,
Just walk out of that song,
you planted; double clef.
She's shaking cold,
just look at what you've done,
These feelings of old,
tormenting her; making mascara run.
Gone is the spark
once so bright in her,
Even the call of the lark
fails to make her stir.
I wrap her up tight,
and give her my love;
And slowly the fight
returns; a messenger dove.
Long in recovering
from so much pain,
but it's not smothering
as it used to again.
And with me by her side,
I know she'll be all right;
I'll hold on for the ride,
and keep her eyes looking bright.
Written for a friend for her birthday. Hopefully I captured what aspects I intended to.
For the rest of you, I do hope you understand the storyline of it; I tried to make it open for all. Enjoy, dears!
Alternate title: "Faithful"
For the rest of you, I do hope you understand the storyline of it; I tried to make it open for all. Enjoy, dears!
Alternate title: "Faithful"
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Very nice piece Lauren! I especially like the beginning!