Always Will.

by Eraqio

Published September 18, 2009

In Monotony.

I'll avoid awkward moments
and try to make you smile.

Your eyes light up with laughter
but all I hear is quiet.

I've spent a few days, watching the sky fall down.
I've seen the new ways I can kill the sound.

Will somebody send me a letter from tomorrow?
The past gets so lonely.
All wrapped up in past-pretences, memories of jumping fences.
We had it always.

We had it, we had it.

The town's soft sweet sleep disturbed
by the kids growing up with me.
Anyways we still get along.
Ignoring each other's sick sad songs.

Years running away from me,
Where's yesterday? Where's yesterday?

Will somebody send me a letter from tomorrow?
The past gets so lonely.
All wrapped up in past-pretences, memories of jumping fences.
We had it always.

We had it, I've had it!

Done.

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heyalyrae
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heyalyrae commented Comment · Sep 23, 2009

I really liked this because it was simple and you understand the emotion coming from it. The begining was my favorite. the only thing i didn't get was the "done" at the end of it. oh well. otherwise i really enjoyed reading it.

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MexicanDefender commented Comment · Sep 19, 2009

It's not much on the rhyming side but I could hear it in a heavier suit, the first four lines didn't flow in my head that well but maybe that's just me. Very cool lines toward the end

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rmbarkan commented Comment · Sep 18, 2009

Wow i really like this because its not cliche as most lyrics are, and i like the emotion... Good job :D



It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien