Love Story
Until I will republish the whole old blog (sometime this week) I’ll leave you with one of my favorite posts:
One day I met a girl… I asked her “Are you gonna be my girl”? After some thinking she says she would like to have “Breakfast at Tiffanies” so there we go. After a good meal I pay the bill and she tells me “I O U”. I thought she was a “Supergirl” so I spent the day with her… in the evening I walked her home, to “The house of the rising sun”.
She invited me in saying “Welcome to wherever you are” and said to me “Be yourself”; I told her “(Don’t fear) the reaper” because “I ain’t no nice guy” and she called me a “Dreamer”. We went upstairs by the “Stairway to heaven” and she became “Bedshaped”. I asked her “Should I stay or should I go” but she told me “Don’t speak”; after a moment of silence she whispered “Kiss me”. I told her that I will follow her “Wherever you will go” but she fell asleep in my arms saying “Wake me up when September ends”… I started singing her a “Lullaby” but I wasn’t very good so she said “I wanna be sedated”.
In the morning I told her “Open your eyes” knowing that I had to leave… When I went out the door I felt like “The man who sold the world”. On the doorsteps she told me “Goodbye my lover” and I told her: “Your love means everything to me”.
But as I was walking away I realized that “The sun never shone that day”, so I called her and said “Please take me home”, I love you and “Nothing else matters” as “Yesterday” was “The first day of my life”.And she answered “Let there be love” but promise me there will be no “Broken promise”.
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- Published:
- 02.06.08 / 1am
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- Metaphor
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