12 December 2008

Mine. Yours. Ours.

Since the Space here is Infinite, I will fill it with anything and Everything that comes across my mind..













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Death Cab for Cutie- "I Will Possess Your Heart":

How I wish you could see the potential
The potential of you and me.
It's like a book elegantly bound,
But in a language that you can't read just yet.

You gotta spend some time, love.
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find love.
I will possess your heart.

You gotta spend some time, love.
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find love.
I will possess your heart.

There are days when outside your window,
I see my reflection as I slowly pass.
And I long for this mirrored perspective,
When we'll be lovers, lovers at last.

You gotta spend some time, love.
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find love.
I will possess your heart.

You gotta spend some time, love.
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find love.
I will possess your heart.
I will possess your heart.
I will possess your heart.

You reject my advances and desperate pleas.
I won't let you, let me down so easily, so easily.

You gotta spend some time, love.
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find love.
I will possess your heart.
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What were you hoping for at the end of the day? What do you want from me, we've been through this before. At times there is only so much that can be said. At times the silences I should be filling somehow are left unrecognized. What do you say to that. What do you want from me. Where are we going, what does it matter. What if we never get there. Sometimes we find ourselves in situations we never never thought possible. Unfamiliar, yet existing just as unquestionable as the breath in the lungs. My thoughts are so scattered.What is happening half way across the world?

I'd like to sit by the sea
Watch the waves crash
And remember what every year has meant to me

Words and Words and a few more Words.
Mine. Your. Ours.
Can you own your words?
Or do they belong to the world?
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