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February 26, 2004

Youth

by Sarah K
12/18/2003

You stand before me with your innocent eyes
Green and bright, shameless, blameless
They’re asking me to tell them lies
Begging for answers, helpless, reckless
Your joy, so fanatic over me, crying
Unleashed, unrelenting, rampant, naïve
Spilling onto my skin, not close to dying
Touching, shivering, ready to believe
Anything I do, say, scream
You listen in wonder and wait to hear
You beautiful child, you live in dreams
Unknowing, so sweet, devoid of tears
How can I keep you just as you are
Love, love abounding zealous and fierce
I can’t bear to watch as I break your heart
Knowing the outcome I recoil in fear
I’m trying in vain to protect you from it
I can’t take the thought of you knowing this world
Knowing the suffering, the cold, the fits
The swelling you feel dies for the girl
Still, you live in love’s undertoe grasp
I want to drown with you but know it better
The bitter tide lets you cough, gasp
Enough breath to live but die forever
Your love your joy your faultless emotion
I want to get caught up with you
Spilling over with curious devotion
Laughing, singing, moving into you
So, ok, let me try, give me your mood
This way you feel, lend it to me
Share the violent wind, the soul filling food
The blind, the carefree fantasy
Begging for hope, helpless, reckless
My joy, so fanatic over you, crying
Unleashed, unrelenting, rampant, naïve
Spilling onto your skin, not close to dying
Let’s stay here I can’t watch it leave
Shuddering, shivering, alive in love
Stay here where we will never grieve
Awake, innocent, fanatic in love

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Ummm... yeah, that was... It was quite, well, it was pretty powerful. Completely took me back to when I first experienced what true, requited love is and also how it feels to lose that. Rather bittersweet.. But you know what? That kind of poetry can evoke more emotion in people than they may be aware of. I, for one, enjoyed it. Thanks.

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tiny fragments of perfection


  • if i was all the colors, i would paint you pretty in gold in a picture. (jason mraz/zero percent interest).

  • as i took him in my arms he screamed i'm not insane i'm just looking for someone to understand my pain... (five for fighting/the devil in the wishing well)

  • only the curious have something to find (nickel creek/this side)

  • you dream of colors that have never been made, you imagine songs that have never been played (this side/nickel creek)

  • it's when you cry just a little but you laugh in the middle that you've made it (jason mraz/tonight, not again)

  • don't try to fix me, i'm not broken (evanescence/hello)

another whole box of pandora's


  • i'm not the kind of man who tends to socialize/ i seem to lean on old familiar ways/ and i ain't no fool for love songs that whisper in my ears/ still crazy after all these years (paul simon / still crazy after all these years)

  • but there's something in the way you laugh that makes me feel like a child... aspects of life they confuse me, you and your thesis amuse me... after and afternoon with you... and your rich brown eyes your lips and your dark hair, elbows and exposed knees tossing toward the ceiling... after an afternoon... (jason mraz/ after an afternoon)

a long awaited end


  • face to palm... tear to tear... mouth to tongue... heart to ground... i am in love... (jason mraz/ after an afternoon)

  • there's no place to hide but i don't think i'm scared. (nickel creek/this side)

  • with a broken wing, she carries her dreams. man you oughta see her fly. (a broken wing / martina mcbride)

zero percent mine


  • all lyrics headers are lifted from my pretend boyfriend jason mraz's "zero percent interest"