The Story Teller by walking-over-graves, literature
Literature
The Story Teller
She sits on the floor Indian style in front of her expecting audience. She closes her eyes in deep thought of the story that she is about to tell.
She opens her eyes.
She hesistates unsure of how to start.
She speaks.
The words run out her mouth like water over a waterfall. Her words capture as she tells you of her hidden away world. Her eyes are far away in the place where her stories come from. Her hands form pictures in the air of things we could only imagine. Her voice takes you far.
She wavers.
She slows.
Her voice quiets at the next part.
She describes her characters as if she's seen them before. As if they were the people she w
My Boy-Crazy Girlfriend by walking-over-graves, literature
Literature
My Boy-Crazy Girlfriend
She's had more boyfriends
Than I can count
She's got more crushes
Than I know about
But I love her just the same
She's not just
Anyone
She's not a
Nobody
She's pretty special to me
Cause she's my
(boy-crazy)
Cause she's my
(boy-crazy)
Cause she's my
Boy-crazy girlfriend
She's got more admirers
Than she can count
She's got more lovers
Than she knows about
But I love her just the same
She's not just
Anyone
She's not a
Nobody
She's pretty special to me
Cause she's my
(boy-crazy)
Cause she's my
(boy-crazy)
Cause she's my
Boy-crazy girlfriend
Cause she's my
(She's had more boyfriends)
Cause she's my
(She's had m
Broke My Heart In Two by walking-over-graves, literature
Literature
Broke My Heart In Two
You called me
On the phone
Said you wanted
To meet me alone
So I went to you
On that Saturday
You said we should be friends
And threw my heart away
You broke me heart in two
Don't worry
I don't need you
Your words beat me to the ground
Don't worry
I'm glad you're not around
When you left
I stood alone
It was only me
I was on my own
I watched you go
Red hair blowing behind
The way you walk
Used to blow my mind
You broke my heart in two
Don't worry
I don't need you
Your words beat me to the ground
Don't worry
I'm glad you're not around
And now two months from then
I'm better than I was with you
And my heart doesn't
I'm Tired of You by walking-over-graves, literature
Literature
I'm Tired of You
I'm tired of running
From all of my fears
I'm tired of holding back
All of my tears
I'm tired of being
The person you are
I'm tired of you pushing
me so damn far
I don't want to be you
Can't you take a hint?
Don't you want to know
Where your son went?
I'm guessing you don't care
Not like you would ever
And when the time comes
Our ties I will sever
I know that you won't wait
You'll know that I'm gone
And maybe just this once
You'll admit that you're wrong
I really do hate you
This isn't a lie
And deep down inside
I wish you would die
You're no father of mine
Mine left long ago
Now he's corrupted
Messed up by his ego
Blood Is Thicker Than Water by walking-over-graves, literature
Literature
Blood Is Thicker Than Water
I found who you are today
I'm so hurt by your words
I don't know why I care anymore
But like they say
Blood is thicker than water
I threw myself away
Just to be somehow heard
I never should have opened the door
But like they say
Blood is thicker than water
Why do I feel so hurt?
Why am I crying now?
My heart lies broken in pieces
Because you don't seem to understand
I'm tired of pretending that I'm alright...
Why am I still wishing so hard?
Why do I want you to accept me?
I've tried so hard to please you
Only to find, I'm not at all
I'm tired of pretending that I'm alright...
I found out who you are today
I'm so hurt by y
You said that you'd do anything
That you loved me so much
And then things went so wrong
You got hit by a bus
It was on the street
In the middle of that fall
You stepped out on the street
Now knowing you would lose it all
I told you to die for me
And you did
But getting hit by a bus
Doesn't cut it, kid
You could have commited suicide
Or even got hit by a train
But a damn bus?
I'm crying in endless shame
You died in your yellow underwear
Banana peels too
You looked like a clown
With a nose that was blue
I told you to die for me
And you did
But getting hit by a bus
Doesn't cut it, kid
You're Not Here by walking-over-graves, literature
Literature
You're Not Here
I can't remember what you used to look like
What you smelled like
How you did your hair...
I keep forgetting
Everytime I go somewhere...
Everytime something happens...
I'll talk to you
Like you're really here
Like you're not dead
But then I realize
I'm kidding myself
You're not here
You won't ever be...
In the dark of the night
I see a glimspe of what could have been
I see your ghost in every window
I can hear your voice whispering in my ear
You're haunting me
Everything reminds me of you
The way you talked
The way you laughed...
Your smile stands the brightest in my memory
But pictures don't do the same
I see the old look in your eyes
A look that should never grace the face of someone your age
But in the end
It's all just the same
I'm dreaming
And you're still haunting me
I Love You
Three words. They can shatter a world or build one in a day. And it's just three simple words. One sentence. But it's so hard to say to the people you love. You never know if you're the builder or the destroyer...
But not saying them...can leave a heart confused. It can hurt yourself more than if you had...Don't be the one sitting home alone, wondering what would have happened if you uttered the three powerful, yet difficult to say words...
Say it everyday, to everyone....say it loud, like you mean it. I. LOVE. YOU.