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I love the way she moves,
And I love the way she smiles
I love the way she looks to me,
When she doesn't think I notice
And I love her sparkling eyes,
When they widen in surprise,
Because I told her she was beautiful...
No, no, I can't deny,
This is the way I see her
She's got the look of a dreamer,
Who has been waiting for so long
No, no, I cannot hide,
All the tears she makes me cry,
Because I wish that she was my life...
I wonder if she believes in me?
My lonely little dreamer
When she walks, she seems to glide,
And I love to hear her sigh,
When she looks back upon her life
I guess she just longs to be free,
To live her fantasy,
Maybe it includes me?
I guess I'll have to wait and see...
No, no, I can't deny,
This is the way I see her
She's got the look of a dreamer,
Who has been waiting for so long
No, no, I cannot hide,
All the tears she makes me cry,
Because I wish that she was my life...
I wonder if she believes in me?
My lonely little dreamer
Her voice is so gentle,
I have to strain just to hear her,
Gives me an excuse to be nearer,
So I can see her clearer...
It's quiet, like rain...
But if you know what it sounds like,
You can hear the pain!
No, no, I can't deny!
This is the way I see her
She's got the look of a dreamer,
Who has been waiting for so long
No, no, I cannot hide!
All the tears she makes me cry,
Because I wish that she was my life...
I wonder if she believes in me?
My lonely little dreamer
No, no, I can't deny!
No, no, I can't deny!
No, no, I can't deny!
This is the way I see her...
Such a lonely little dreamer...
jlp July 6, 1999-Rewritten February 2, 2011
And I love the way she smiles
I love the way she looks to me,
When she doesn't think I notice
And I love her sparkling eyes,
When they widen in surprise,
Because I told her she was beautiful...
No, no, I can't deny,
This is the way I see her
She's got the look of a dreamer,
Who has been waiting for so long
No, no, I cannot hide,
All the tears she makes me cry,
Because I wish that she was my life...
I wonder if she believes in me?
My lonely little dreamer
When she walks, she seems to glide,
And I love to hear her sigh,
When she looks back upon her life
I guess she just longs to be free,
To live her fantasy,
Maybe it includes me?
I guess I'll have to wait and see...
No, no, I can't deny,
This is the way I see her
She's got the look of a dreamer,
Who has been waiting for so long
No, no, I cannot hide,
All the tears she makes me cry,
Because I wish that she was my life...
I wonder if she believes in me?
My lonely little dreamer
Her voice is so gentle,
I have to strain just to hear her,
Gives me an excuse to be nearer,
So I can see her clearer...
It's quiet, like rain...
But if you know what it sounds like,
You can hear the pain!
No, no, I can't deny!
This is the way I see her
She's got the look of a dreamer,
Who has been waiting for so long
No, no, I cannot hide!
All the tears she makes me cry,
Because I wish that she was my life...
I wonder if she believes in me?
My lonely little dreamer
No, no, I can't deny!
No, no, I can't deny!
No, no, I can't deny!
This is the way I see her...
Such a lonely little dreamer...
jlp July 6, 1999-Rewritten February 2, 2011
Literature
Let Me Dream
Let me dream in a fantasy,
Let my heart write out its sorrows.
Don't break my chain of thoughts,
Let me sing my heart out.
I'm the poet of my own downfalls,
The creator of another world.
I'm the designer of my interior walls,
The keeper of hidden horrors.
Deep down my heart is covered in black,
Disillusioned by your words…
But even so it still loves you,
It still craves on its own.
A mistake would be fatal,
A wrong thought would devour me.
Our hope was the shine my eyes,
But now… there's nothing to save me.
So let me dream in a fantasy,
Let my heart write out its sorrows.
Don't break my chain of thoughts,
Literature
Sepulchral
There is a realm
that I cannot reach,
and it dwells within
the darkest corners
of your stoic heart.
Barricaded by grief,
these walls have yet
to reveal an emotion
that has been sought
by my very own soul.
-Brian Shuffett
July 28th, 2010
Literature
you can't compose yourself.
and maybe just
maybe everytime
you feel like
crying, i think i'll try to
make
you laugh, at
something as meaning-
less as this.
-
and i wish you
didn't leave,
on that one cold
winter morning, because i'm
stuck down here with
out you my
dear and i'm
never going to
grow up and
out of this
pointless little
town.
-
i painted my
nightmares and yours on
to an empty
canvas that
to this day remains
blank. you're
blind you see.
and so am i.
-
we were blue
birds at red lights with
intentions to
find greener grass.
we promised ourselves
we would get
off this path of
debt.
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A little treat. 
I wrote this, in it's first version, almost 12 years ago, it is one of my favorite pieces, but for some reason I never posted it here.
The only major difference in this version is a slightly altered chorus.
Enjoy.
I wrote this, in it's first version, almost 12 years ago, it is one of my favorite pieces, but for some reason I never posted it here.
The only major difference in this version is a slightly altered chorus.
Enjoy.
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Aw this made me smile. Definitely brightened up my morning.