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By Lovesick and Sick of It •

Lost in a memory, a dream Somewhere far away from here Where the whole world is black and white And everything is as it seems And nothing else exists or matters Except for you and me and your sweet eyes and your guitar As you sing softly to me You say I can tell that we are gonna be friends And I believe you Even though my logic doesn’t want to And you look up and me and smile And everything seems… right You put down your guitar And you hold me in your arms And I feel safe and protected And everything seems right Until my vision’s blurred As I slip back to reality The colors swirl together And now nothing’s as it seems And I’m sitting there, alone Lost in a crowded room The memory is over And yet I can still hear you singing softly in the distance You and your guitar and your blue eyes

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June 3, 2007 00:31Angel of Music

wonderful!

June 4, 2007 01:38Destiny

I Loved it! I love it when people don't rym ther work, but still manage to come off very sweet and personal. It paints the perfect picture...I truely enjoyed it!