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Somedays.....Dream Weaver and other general shit

Things are ok. I finally found that poem I was looking for. I work with a friend of mine from high school. My Tasha, she's so fucking awesome. I met her sophomore year, and I've been attracted to her ever since. I had 5 Replays today. I'm so proud of myself. Kim let me take home a couple of promos, and I'm gonna ask her if she's working tomorrow if I can have the David Cassidy promo cos there's a song I like on it. I'm gonna post lyrics today....(surprised?)This is one of those songs that amaze you at its beauty. It was one of "our" songs. When I listened to this album the other day I remembered how he cried when I played it for him. Fucking ex's ~sigh~


Somedays........by Paul McCartney, track for on the 1997 album Flaming Pie


Somedays I look
I look at you with eyes that shine
Somedays I don't
I don't believe that you are mine

It's no good asking me what time of day it is,
Who won the match or scored the goal
Somedays I look
Somedays I look into your soul

Sometimes I laugh
I laugh to think how young we were.
Sometimes it's hard
It's hard to know which way to turn

Don't ask me where I found that picture on the wall
How much it cost or what it's worth
Sometimes I laugh
I laugh to think how young we were

We don't need anybody else
To tell us what is real
Inside each one of us is love
And we know how it feels

Somedays I cry,
I cry for those who live in fear
Somedays I don't
I don't remember why I'm here

No use reminding me, it's just the way it is
Who ran the race or came in first
Somedays I cry,
I cry for those who fear the worst

We don't need anybody else
To tell us what is real
Inside each one of us is love
And we know how it feels

Somedays I look,
I look at you with eyes that shine
Somedays I don't
I don't believe that you are mine

It's no good asking me what time of day it is,
Who won the match or scored the goal
Somedays I look
Somedays I look into your soul


This poem I wrote last year, I was thinking about my best friend, and big brother, Mike. He was there for me when no one else was, my Dark Saviour and I his Dark Angel, and I love him to pieces.

Dream Weaver:

He is both friend and brother,
Secret lovers in our minds,
My personal dream weaver.
His mind is wise,
His soul is old.
Yet he remains wild,
A spirit that will never be tamed.
A heart of gold,
And the simplicty of a child.
A shoulder to cry on,
A never ending smile
When needed the most.
A kind heart,
And caring eyes.
His spirit is not unlike my own.
Friend, brother,
Lovers in mind and spirit,
My personal dream weaver
Throughout the ages.

Calling Powdered Toast Man...........come in Powdered Toast Man..... ~sigh~ I'm off, all. And just remember......disco still sucks!!!
BTW, Christypops, I do love you, silly girl.

Current Mood: apatheticapathetic
Current Music: Eminem-I Never Knew.....