Thursday, November 10, 2011

143 from Coldplay

I’m going back to the start
It’s a lovely warm June, “I was just guessing at numbers and figures/ Questions of science, science and progress,” wasn’t enough to predict you coming. I was reluctant. I was scared. I didn’t know where I was heading let alone “us.” Should, could, would there be a “us”? “When the future's architecture/By a carnival of idiots on show/We'd better lie low.” 
By August we were entangled in an manifestation of “Us against the world” and “I came along and wrote a song for you,” maybe it’s “’cos you were all yellow” and I knew Coldplay really dedicated that song for all the Asians out there like you and I… (wishful thinking I know, p.s I HATED Yellow). You knew that, just like you knew now fascinated I was with violet, dresses, tea-cups, peanut butter and jelly, your touch, your smile, your eyes. Oh your eyes… How does one even get kind eyes? How do I convey warmth and vulnerability all in one glance? I guess I’ll just leave to that you.
Strawberry smoothies, Strawberry milkshakes, Strawberry Chupa Chups… Strawberry… Strawberry SWING. September I can’t remember. However, this [doesn’t] “speak as loud as my heart.”
Time came a creeping /Oh and time’s a loaded gun,” and it’s now a frigid October and time is just what we don’t have but somehow it works. Movies, movies, movies, our life isn’t a movie, it isn’t prefect but it was our escape. “I promise I’ll learn from my mistake and I’ll fix you,” then we’ll be where we once where. Headache free. Tired free.
Maybe it’s cause I missed the good part then I realised, I started looking and the bubble burst. Looking too far ahead, I started looking for excuses but it’s as simple as “When the truth is, I miss you/Yeah the truth is, That I miss you so.” You needed your space but “I look in your direction/but you pay me no attention, do you?/'cos you say you see straight through me, don't you?”  
Hopefully by November “You know I love you so” and maybe “we could float away/ Fly up to the surface/And just start again” on a “Para-para-paradise” where we can live “Life in Technicolour,” with all our plans.  
So if Everything’s not lost and “you love me/ won’t you let me know.”
CP

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