Does it help you like alleviate stress or solve problems in your head? Its very well written, im sure you could make a song no problem:) ive wanted to be a writer my whole life but i can never get my words out on paper. Im more of a speaker.
Ahhh not really stress. I have a problem getting out and saying things I really want to say so I do it through songs.
Our love hasn’t died it deserves to survive,
I tell you it’s not the end, it will remain alive
The spark that we shared, one cannot deny,
The chemistry created won’t ever die.
My fingers fit perfectly between the gaps in yours,
I can see all your perfection that you call flaws.
I told you our souls were meant for each other, I’m yours,
We’ve loved in other lives against all odds.
We started as best friends talking till morning light,
Telling one another secrets, baring our souls each night.
Ill never forget your lips so sweet and your embrace so tight,
The way your body fits when we cuddle, just right.
This is not the end, this is something I know,
A love like ours is just not something to just go.
It is written upon the stars fate has dealt it’s blow,
It is written in the cards, this is not our final show.
When we meet,
would it be too much
to ask you for your life story?
Tell me why you cut your hair
the way you do.
Tell me about the first band
you ever really listened to.
Tell me about your favorite
piece of clothing when you were small.
Tell me what you dressed up as
on Halloween when you were five years old.
Tell me how you grew up to be so tall.
Talk to me about your mother and father,
and your grandmothers and grandfathers.
Tell me about your life
and what your parent’s lives were like
before you were born.
Tell me all the embarrassing years.
Tell me who first taught you how to smile.
Tell me the first time a girl made you nervous.
Tell me when you felt insecure.
Tell my why you felt insecure.
Tell me if someone stole
your safety from you,
or if you’ve always spent your life in fear.
Tell me how you found your way
across the country.
Tell me if you like laying here with me.
Tell me what kept you alive
all the times you thought you would die?
And would it be out of line
if I told you
I might cry
the first time we meet
because I’ve never seen
something so lovely
my entire life?
What if I told you
that your voice is
all the old burns
of my past?