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I hated going to piano lessons
at first
Because my hands are ugly and scarred.
But the teacher,
Her hands were gnarled with age
And she still played the most beautiful music.
This is just another sad story
About a lonely boy
He sits alone at night
Still thinking of you

The way your eyes shine
Like they did for him
The smiles you used to share
Under the old oak tree

Now he sits there alone
With your names carved there
Like a scar in your skin
Or a distant memory

This is just another sad story
About a lonely boy
He sits alone tonight
Singing a melody

A song just for you
If you'll take this time
A song about love
If you'll say I do

A ring that sparkles
A ring that shines
A dress in white
A starry night

This is just another story
About a boy and girl
How fell in love
And had their

Happily Ever After
 Dec 2014 heather leather
Tupelo
My father loves his whiskey,
He tells me it reminds him of his home,
Nights in Dublin and Irish winters,
He danced with my mother under the moon,
Across the rivers and between the cracks,
Father do you drink to remember?
She still loves you all the same,
Oceans divided and still she remembers the barley,
All of the bar fights, and the serenades that sprouted,
Father do not be afraid,
For she still holds your heart
That moment
you realize
you're too emotional
to be conversing.
Well, ****.
 Dec 2014 heather leather
Creep
My heart drums like the beat of an EDM song at a nightclub.
Everytime we touch
Originally by cascada, but the nightcore one is better in my opinion.
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