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Someday…
This day belongs to us…
This day we’ve always talked about
Will no longer have to be thought about
Cause we’ll have the answers to the questions
That right now all we can say is: Someday.
No longer will you have to ask me
“When will you propose to me?”
And I’ll no longer hate to say “Someday.”
We’ll have tea every morning and an apple a day,
Who cares what anybody has to say?
This is how our lives will be Someday.
No more will you have to question
When will our lives begin?
It’s been way too long we’ve waited for Someday.
We’ll dance to the music and kiss in the air,
Wouldn’t we travel everywhere when
This is how our lives will be Someday.
No longer will you have to wonder
Could we run away together to
This place we’ll need the strength to find Someday.
We'll learn and conform to the ways of the world
But will we find ways to change the world, because
This is how our lives will be Someday.
Someday…
That day will be today.
Where I’ll no longer hate to say
It’s been way too long we’ve waited for
This place we’ll need the strength to find that
This is how our lives will be
Cause we’ve been too-damn trapped in the cycle of
“Someday.”
Someday…
That day belongs to us.
This day belongs to us…
This day we’ve always talked about
Will no longer have to be thought about
Cause we’ll have the answers to the questions
That right now all we can say is: Someday.
No longer will you have to ask me
“When will you propose to me?”
And I’ll no longer hate to say “Someday.”
We’ll have tea every morning and an apple a day,
Who cares what anybody has to say?
This is how our lives will be Someday.
No more will you have to question
When will our lives begin?
It’s been way too long we’ve waited for Someday.
We’ll dance to the music and kiss in the air,
Wouldn’t we travel everywhere when
This is how our lives will be Someday.
No longer will you have to wonder
Could we run away together to
This place we’ll need the strength to find Someday.
We'll learn and conform to the ways of the world
But will we find ways to change the world, because
This is how our lives will be Someday.
Someday…
That day will be today.
Where I’ll no longer hate to say
It’s been way too long we’ve waited for
This place we’ll need the strength to find that
This is how our lives will be
Cause we’ve been too-damn trapped in the cycle of
“Someday.”
Someday…
That day belongs to us.
Literature
I Don't Care
I don't care, I don't care about you, or her, or him or them.
I don't care if you don't like the fact that I don't care.
I don't care if you don't love me, like me, or care about me.
I don't care if you look away or stare.
I don't care if you're around, or not.
I don't care if you're not reading this.
I don't care if you're skinny and hot.
I don't care it you're fat and ugly.
I don't care about you at all.
I don't care about any of you.
I won't even bother to look down when you fall.
I don't care because I don't care.
I don't care..
I don't care if you're sick, sad, depressed, and your life is extremely unfair.
I don't care if y
Literature
Let It Be Me
For everyone,
Who has ever cried,
Felt lost and alone,
On a quiet night
Who felt their prayers,
Would be unanswered,
Who didn't think that,
There were second chances
For everyone,
Who has felt afraid,
Unable to forgive themselves,
For choices made
Let it be me (let it be me),
Who helps you see (who helps you see)
Let me wash away your sorrow,
And your grief
I will stand (yes I will stand),
When you can't,
And all you have to do,
Is take my hand (take my hand)
For everyone,
Who has been so used,
Tossed away, abandoned,
And confused
Who lives in shadows,
And can't see the sky,
Who feels so degraded,
That they want to die
For everyone,
Who los
Literature
what did you do with my heart?
did you:
throw away my love letter
after reading it? rip it up?
light it on fire? even read
it at all? wear it to school?
wear it on someone elses
sleeve? my sleeve? study
my graphology? forget my
name, again?
excuse my handwriting
for being overly poetic.
did you:
feel shocked? feel confused? feel upset?
indifferent? curious? sad, mad, bad, glad?
feel my heart breaking? feel my emotion?
feel my cathartic release? feel my courage
in confessing? feel the pain in each cliche?
feel vicarious sorrow? feel anything at all?
no, no, no. of cours
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May 13, 2014
Christopher Michael Speciale
What started as the work of a very important song ended as a poorly balanced and irritatingly confusing poem... but its the best I think I could do to this. I've been spending weeks on this poem and have been trying to figure out ways to make it consistent and graceful, but my artistic ability is still insipid... still trying to get it back.
Christopher Michael Speciale
What started as the work of a very important song ended as a poorly balanced and irritatingly confusing poem... but its the best I think I could do to this. I've been spending weeks on this poem and have been trying to figure out ways to make it consistent and graceful, but my artistic ability is still insipid... still trying to get it back.
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