Isolated Blurt Thread

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For the eyes in my phone

"In Your Eyes" -Peter Gabriel

love I get so lost, sometimes
days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
when I want to run away
I drive off in my car
but whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are

all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside

in your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heat
in your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light
the heat I see in your eyes

love, I don't like to see so much pain
so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away
I get so tired of working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive

and all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside

in your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heat
in your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light,
the heat I see in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes
 
Belegon said:
*ahem* that was not what I meant...

here, come let me and McK hold ya....


baby, if that group hug don't get rid of nightmares then we'll just have ta take ya to the doctor...

*wonders just what KIND of doctorin' dear Bel had in mind* :confused:




As to the nightmares -- once my heart stopped pounding & my breathing returned to normal, I drugged myself back to sleep. I did NOT want that dream picking up where it left off.
 
sometimes
is the sometimes that frustration feeds on.
other times
sometimes is the balm to an aching soul.
 
The fuschia hanging baskets are just gorgeous right now -- thick with deeply colored blooms. The hummingbirds are dancing around them in a kinda Bacchanalian nectar-induced frenzy.
 
MaeveoSliabh said:
semi-related: Fuschia is really a funky word.

I suppose. But I can never say it without a bit of spray. ;)

My blurt: Crap. I can't believe it's been over two months since I submitted something. :eek:
 
vella_ms said:
sometimes
is the sometimes that frustration feeds on.
other times
sometimes is the balm to an aching soul.

Constantly you produce these gems of brilliance that leave me speechless.
I :heart: you.
 
matriarch said:
Constantly you produce these gems of brilliance that leave me speechless.
I :heart: you.
I'm glad you quoted this. I save all her poetic blurts. I have a Word document now several pages long of them. :)
 
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