tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134796572011-04-22T12:45:43.487+08:00Su-Yinnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13479657.post-1118225824888840432005-06-08T18:12:00.000+08:002005-06-09T23:55:48.800+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)font-family:verdana;" ><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">the final last kiss part I</span> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The warmth of dawn awaits</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">As he beckons her through the gate</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Twist and break the rules of fate</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">For each other, they weren't made</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">What is it he sees in her?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Her smiles, her words, her character</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Nothing much can be concurred</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Except the drowning depths of Twilight's blur</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Is there anything she likes in him?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">His laughter, his charm, his childish whims</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Don’t bother, a ray of light starts to beam</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Tonight they're on the same dream</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Forget the laws, away with norms</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Time now to calm the storm</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Abort inhibitions before they are born</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Claim her yours till the end of morn</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Heat of the moment becomes justification</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Reasons really were never solutions</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Tensions arise, anticipate the collision</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Later they'll pretend they were apparitions</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">For a moment's worth he called her "Dear"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Maybe this was a broken heart's cure</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Lost in transition she held him near</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Enticing thoughts of an impulsive lure</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">More than friends, less than lovers</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">In between gasps they murmur</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Tonight will last forever</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And Tomorrow declares it over</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Can't take my eyes of you"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The Blower's Daughter on the radio</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Open her eyes, she's on the patio</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Kiss her goodbye it's time to go</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)font-family:verdana;" >from the woven mouth of the giraffe<br />(the final last kiss part II)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Tiniest smiles birthed at the door</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">A clumsy finale that yearns more</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Nonchalance at the fashion fore</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Does nothing to hide the needing core</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Turn around, close the door in haste</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Before he remembers her outlined trace</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">It's not easy walking through the haze</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Whilst his scent still lingers on her face</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">He wants to know what to make of it</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">How did the pieces suddenly fit</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">She wonders why in her eyes that slit</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">A stream of tears and her cheeks meet</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">A surreal setting, an ending or beginning?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I daren't say, lest it destroys everything</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Is this a fling or a heart's tired wring</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Or simply a song you both sing?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">There's not a single word I can say</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">That will keep your feelings at bay</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Not a single price you can afford to pay</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Mistake's been made, no longer grey</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Strange and beautiful an awkward hue</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Beneath everything something brews</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Should you turn your heads to a different view</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Or cherish what you have pure and true?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Both of yours to keep this secret garden</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">No matter what decides to happen</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Whether preordained or absolutely sudden</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Remember; 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