Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Breaking down Justin Bieber's "Lonely Girl" lyrics
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Late Night Air
Finally weightless walking down
a side street two streets over from my own,
in the thick of a late night on the day of rest.
The weather it is turningcooler slightly more each day
and the sticky sweet sickly sweat of the summer is subsiding,
in the air and in my heart.
Both are clear and light,
whimiscal and a only tiny bit tense
reflecting on the seasonal change that has already started.
From sand to snowflakes,
in a matter of mere moments.
I'm smiling to myself in the dark,
in the air,
in this universe as I
dance my way home in amidst all
of this slow, natural change.
-Fiona
a side street two streets over from my own,
in the thick of a late night on the day of rest.
The weather it is turningcooler slightly more each day
and the sticky sweet sickly sweat of the summer is subsiding,
in the air and in my heart.
Both are clear and light,
whimiscal and a only tiny bit tense
reflecting on the seasonal change that has already started.
From sand to snowflakes,
in a matter of mere moments.
I'm smiling to myself in the dark,
in the air,
in this universe as I
dance my way home in amidst all
of this slow, natural change.
-Fiona
I Slip
Soft strands of hair
slightly touching supple skin,
as the soft sun rises.
Light penetrates the
unfamiliar window pane,
and spills softly on soft strands of hair,
on a soft soul left bare.
Leave it there in the
middle of the mind,
softly forgetting the
sweet acts of sappy youth.
Leave it there
yet you live it here,
Over undercooked eggs
and soft toast.
Another late night and an awkward acknowledgment
before swiftly moving through the door
onto the hard sidewalk.
Hopelessly hard on yourself as your
heels hit the pavement, heading home.
However, the stars sparkle
and a smile splashes across your face.
Your eyes soften and
settle onto the sights set before you,
a soft scarf covers a tender soul.
-Fiona
slightly touching supple skin,
as the soft sun rises.
Light penetrates the
unfamiliar window pane,
and spills softly on soft strands of hair,
on a soft soul left bare.
Leave it there in the
middle of the mind,
softly forgetting the
sweet acts of sappy youth.
Leave it there
yet you live it here,
Over undercooked eggs
and soft toast.
Another late night and an awkward acknowledgment
before swiftly moving through the door
onto the hard sidewalk.
Hopelessly hard on yourself as your
heels hit the pavement, heading home.
However, the stars sparkle
and a smile splashes across your face.
Your eyes soften and
settle onto the sights set before you,
a soft scarf covers a tender soul.
-Fiona
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