Your porcelain face and a heart of glass.
She wakes up in an unfamiliar territory, feeling completely disoriented.
She knows it's not her bed she slept in last night.
She knows in her mind, the shirt that is two sizes larger than her is hanging loose around her small frame, just enough to cover her bottom, is not hers either. She wears it nonetheless because of the warmth and security it gives her.
She knows the person she was sleeping next to is nowhere to be found.
She gives herself a minute to compose herself and breathe. She inhaled the scent that lingers on the said oversized shirt. She smiles and walks around and searches for him.
She sees him in the living room, a guitar slung around him. He gives her a half-smile and motions her to sit on the chair nearby. She does as she is told because she has been taught to do so since she was a little girl. And of course, she does it because she loves him with her heart.
He begins to strum his guitar to a song she thinks is meant for her.
She is right.
He begins to sing. His voice alone was enough to make her weak in the knees, she thinks to herself. It was raspy, but something about it made her see how pure and real his heart is. It made her love him more.
Completely colorblind, these red lights are going unseen
Fall behind with words unsaid you know they're always obscene
'cause my ears, they bled before; I need to let them heal
She fell out; her broken legs won't let her walk away
From this town that couldn't give a single shit either way
And her fears, they bled before she's convinced that they're real
What are you looking for?
Are you looking for something more?
It's not me
It's not me
When he sings those lines, he looks at her, with his bedroom eyes. She looks away, she doesn't know what or how to react when he looks at her like that. Instead, she just blushes.
He, well, just smiled. He loves to see her to do that.
Lost her way from everything she swore she knew, a friend
Run away from start to finish though it never ends
In her mind she is blinded by all she sees
Close your eyes; just pretend the bullet isn't there
No surprise; no need to pretend that no one really even cares
But in her eyes you will find the very best in me
What are you looking for?
Are you looking for something more?
It's not me
It's not me
She gets up and sits next to him. Seeing this, he stopped playing the guitar and puts it away. She feels confused and wonders if she made him upset. She feels hot tears trickling down her cheeks. He notices this and wipes them dry. He lets his hands rest on her face and looks straight into her eyes.
This time, she doesn't look away. She could see an air of honesty in those eyes. She becomes deeply fixated on his gaze and those captivating eyes.
He continues to sing, minus the guitar.
When did it all unwind?
Are you prepared for you'll find?
It's not me
It's not me
She sees how close their faces were to each other now, she stands tiptoed to give him a kiss. Their lips never parted. She has never been this happy or certain in her life.
She whispers in his ears: I am prepared, and it is you.
She finally says the words he longed to hear.
"I love you"
He smiles at her and they begin to cuddle each other on the sofa of the room.
They then hear a familiar tune. The SpongeBob SquarePants theme song.
In a very cute manner, he says "Oh look, SpongeBob's on!"
She laughs at how cute he looked when he said that, but then sees that the TV has not been turned on.
At this point, she wakes up and finds that the SpongeBob SquarePants was coming from her cellphone. It was her alarm clock that did it.
Shoot. She is seriously considering the idea of changing her alarm clock. SpongeBob, this is NOT the first time you've done this to her.
But, she thinks again about her dream. It made her smile so wide despite the fact she only got 3 hours of sleep. She can't help but smile, just thinking about it makes her giddy to the point she can feel it in her toes.
Little things like this make her happy and sane.
Currently listening to:
Makeover - David Cook.
Beyond a doubt, I am in love with this song.
She knows it's not her bed she slept in last night.
She knows in her mind, the shirt that is two sizes larger than her is hanging loose around her small frame, just enough to cover her bottom, is not hers either. She wears it nonetheless because of the warmth and security it gives her.
She knows the person she was sleeping next to is nowhere to be found.
She gives herself a minute to compose herself and breathe. She inhaled the scent that lingers on the said oversized shirt. She smiles and walks around and searches for him.
She sees him in the living room, a guitar slung around him. He gives her a half-smile and motions her to sit on the chair nearby. She does as she is told because she has been taught to do so since she was a little girl. And of course, she does it because she loves him with her heart.
He begins to strum his guitar to a song she thinks is meant for her.
She is right.
He begins to sing. His voice alone was enough to make her weak in the knees, she thinks to herself. It was raspy, but something about it made her see how pure and real his heart is. It made her love him more.
Completely colorblind, these red lights are going unseen
Fall behind with words unsaid you know they're always obscene
'cause my ears, they bled before; I need to let them heal
She fell out; her broken legs won't let her walk away
From this town that couldn't give a single shit either way
And her fears, they bled before she's convinced that they're real
What are you looking for?
Are you looking for something more?
It's not me
It's not me
When he sings those lines, he looks at her, with his bedroom eyes. She looks away, she doesn't know what or how to react when he looks at her like that. Instead, she just blushes.
He, well, just smiled. He loves to see her to do that.
Lost her way from everything she swore she knew, a friend
Run away from start to finish though it never ends
In her mind she is blinded by all she sees
Close your eyes; just pretend the bullet isn't there
No surprise; no need to pretend that no one really even cares
But in her eyes you will find the very best in me
What are you looking for?
Are you looking for something more?
It's not me
It's not me
She gets up and sits next to him. Seeing this, he stopped playing the guitar and puts it away. She feels confused and wonders if she made him upset. She feels hot tears trickling down her cheeks. He notices this and wipes them dry. He lets his hands rest on her face and looks straight into her eyes.
This time, she doesn't look away. She could see an air of honesty in those eyes. She becomes deeply fixated on his gaze and those captivating eyes.
He continues to sing, minus the guitar.
When did it all unwind?
Are you prepared for you'll find?
It's not me
It's not me
She sees how close their faces were to each other now, she stands tiptoed to give him a kiss. Their lips never parted. She has never been this happy or certain in her life.
She whispers in his ears: I am prepared, and it is you.
She finally says the words he longed to hear.
"I love you"
He smiles at her and they begin to cuddle each other on the sofa of the room.
They then hear a familiar tune. The SpongeBob SquarePants theme song.
In a very cute manner, he says "Oh look, SpongeBob's on!"
She laughs at how cute he looked when he said that, but then sees that the TV has not been turned on.
At this point, she wakes up and finds that the SpongeBob SquarePants was coming from her cellphone. It was her alarm clock that did it.
Shoot. She is seriously considering the idea of changing her alarm clock. SpongeBob, this is NOT the first time you've done this to her.
But, she thinks again about her dream. It made her smile so wide despite the fact she only got 3 hours of sleep. She can't help but smile, just thinking about it makes her giddy to the point she can feel it in her toes.
Little things like this make her happy and sane.
Currently listening to:
Makeover - David Cook.
Beyond a doubt, I am in love with this song.
Labels: annoyed, david cook, dreams, fangirl, happy, memories, music, random, self
posted by Anodynous Roxy at
00:00
2 Comments:
wow. did you write this? it's insanely good !
Aimee - Yeah, I did. But not the song lyrics though. That's David Cook's Makeover.
I wrote it based on the dream I had that day. Haha, so random!
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