ButrosButros_Grantos
Bluelighter
A song that I wrote for someone whom I thought was something completely different but I was mistaken, the second piece reflects this change of mind/heart. So...
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Unsaid b G.W.Sebire
You were right, all along, to pretend this wasn’t real.
You were right, I was wrong, but I have now learnt to deal.
I see you (though I don’t) as more than just text on screen,
And I think that you are more than an electric dream.
After all, what is real? Is it something that you see?
My feelings, not in sight, but they’re real, would you agree?
CHORUS: Doesn’t it feel like time is running out?
But you don’t have to worry,
You cannot be too late.
I will be waiting for you,(you can’t be late.)
Distance is nothing, (I will wait,)
Don’t worry about being late.
There’s no use in pretending that this is practical,
and things aren’t complicated, but don’t they feel worthwhile.
I wish we could stop speaking between the lines,
thinking about the unspoken, and always of the distance.
There’s no silence in my head, no cars with marks behind them,
In my idle moments I always think of you.
And don’t worry about me spending the thing I have none of.
Time is precious. But I am not wasting it.
CHORUS
You say that everyone needs saving, no exceptions to the rule.
But that means that you do as well.
And I wish that I could, because I fell that there is no-one more deserving,
No one less cliché; no one as unique as you.
I can gaze upon stars or wonder at the moon but it doesn’t help,
To know that you are looking too.
Because all I can think of when you mention them in a passing way,
Is that I was there with you…
CHORUS
Is time still speeding up for you?
Do you think of me, as much as I do of you?
So much unsaid.
But it’s for the best.
Because we know it anyway.
We know it anyway…
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Sensory Underload By G.W.Sebire
I thought I heard something, but it was merely a whisper, so fragile and weak, snatched away by the mildest of breezes or squashed beneath the quietest footstep.
I thought I felt something so I circled, brushing my fingertips against the walls, searching for an opening, but there were none to be found and too late I remembered that I had shut the door.
I thought that within those walls I could smell roses, scents of violets and daisies and daffodils and freshly mown lawn. Things reminiscent of spring. I thought I could detect something other than the stench of defeat and loneliness that suffocated me.
I thought I could taste something other than ash. The taste of someone’s lips upon my own, or the flavour of a single moment filled with your smile.
I thought I saw something (in you), but, like always, I was wrong. I saw only what I wanted to see because after so long here in the darkness any image, no matter how false, is a welcome one.
I was wrong…
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Unsaid b G.W.Sebire
You were right, all along, to pretend this wasn’t real.
You were right, I was wrong, but I have now learnt to deal.
I see you (though I don’t) as more than just text on screen,
And I think that you are more than an electric dream.
After all, what is real? Is it something that you see?
My feelings, not in sight, but they’re real, would you agree?
CHORUS: Doesn’t it feel like time is running out?
But you don’t have to worry,
You cannot be too late.
I will be waiting for you,(you can’t be late.)
Distance is nothing, (I will wait,)
Don’t worry about being late.
There’s no use in pretending that this is practical,
and things aren’t complicated, but don’t they feel worthwhile.
I wish we could stop speaking between the lines,
thinking about the unspoken, and always of the distance.
There’s no silence in my head, no cars with marks behind them,
In my idle moments I always think of you.
And don’t worry about me spending the thing I have none of.
Time is precious. But I am not wasting it.
CHORUS
You say that everyone needs saving, no exceptions to the rule.
But that means that you do as well.
And I wish that I could, because I fell that there is no-one more deserving,
No one less cliché; no one as unique as you.
I can gaze upon stars or wonder at the moon but it doesn’t help,
To know that you are looking too.
Because all I can think of when you mention them in a passing way,
Is that I was there with you…
CHORUS
Is time still speeding up for you?
Do you think of me, as much as I do of you?
So much unsaid.
But it’s for the best.
Because we know it anyway.
We know it anyway…
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Sensory Underload By G.W.Sebire
I thought I heard something, but it was merely a whisper, so fragile and weak, snatched away by the mildest of breezes or squashed beneath the quietest footstep.
I thought I felt something so I circled, brushing my fingertips against the walls, searching for an opening, but there were none to be found and too late I remembered that I had shut the door.
I thought that within those walls I could smell roses, scents of violets and daisies and daffodils and freshly mown lawn. Things reminiscent of spring. I thought I could detect something other than the stench of defeat and loneliness that suffocated me.
I thought I could taste something other than ash. The taste of someone’s lips upon my own, or the flavour of a single moment filled with your smile.
I thought I saw something (in you), but, like always, I was wrong. I saw only what I wanted to see because after so long here in the darkness any image, no matter how false, is a welcome one.
I was wrong…
