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callistocallisto Posts: 13
edited April 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
and we were nothing but flames in the wind
blowing thoughts from one to another
circled by an image of you
thats resting in every beat of his heart

and she asked for the sunlight
and the heavens revealed their smile
tears fell from her neon sky
and she sings with the beat of his heart

and his beach was her refuge from solitude
and his hand was her port in the storm
as he walked through the valley of rainbows
he could still feel the beat of her heart

and time falls from heaven to earth
grains of sand each a tiny universe
and nobody could understand
how he lives through the beat of her heart


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  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    Heartbeat

    I don´t care what you say
    You can give it away
    Your money don´t mean much to me
    I´ve been out on my own
    Going to go it alone now
    Cause that´s the way it´s got to be

    Everybody tells me how
    I can beat the odds for now
    I´ve been standing by the fire
    I just can´t feel the heat
    Can´t feel the heat

    Heartbeat
    I´m looking for a heartbeat
    Heartbeat
    I´m looking for a heartbeat
    Beating like mine

    Looking at me, it´s easy to see
    You think you know just how I feel
    Well you do me wrong
    And it won´t take me long
    Before my restless heart will heal

    I´m looking for love, a love like mine
    They tell me it´s so hard to find
    Well I can feel it in the rhythms
    The heartbeat in the streets

    Heartbeat
    I´m looking for a heartbeat
    Heartbeat
    I´m looking for a heartbeat
    Beating like mine
    Beating like mine

    Tell me what you feel now
    We´ve got a heartbeat
    Baby is it real now
    We´ve got a heartbeat
    Heartbeat

    Heartbeat
    I´m looking for a heartbeat
    Heartbeat
    I´m looking for a heartbeat
    Heartbeat...


    man, just. man. I don't even. . . . man.
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    are you don johnson?

    if not, man, just, ahhh... man.
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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