They say that all poets must have an unrequited love
As all lovers must have thought provoking fears
But holding on to you means letting go of pain
Means letting go of tears
Means letting go of the rain
Holding on to you
Means letting sorrows heal
Means letting go of what's not real
Holding on to you
Holding on to you - Terence Trent D'arby
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Holding on to you.
I have ever liked this song. It was very good for my guitar skills and vocal exercise when I had a band.
Before Bobby I had never really understood this song. In truth, I had never understood any love song. Of course, there's nothing to understand on a song from a marketing guided Britney Spears. She's an idiot. Most of her songs make me want to puke. You see, I'm not one to really appreciate valley girls, especially if they are bimbos whose biggest worry is which color to dye their hair.
Well, coming back to the song. If you replaced girl for boy, it would be exactly how I see Bobby.
Her face was my favorite magazine
Her body was my favorite book to read
When I look at his face I can't get bored. He has that expressive kind of face. You can see exactly what he is feeling just watching his face. When I see his eyes I can all the happiness in the world. I've become addicted to his laugh. He laughs at everything. He laughs even if the joke was at his expense. Told me once that he doesn't care because at least he knows people can loose a little. He's the kind of people that do their best to make the ones they love happy.
Let's don't talk about his body please. I can't keep my hands from him. Nice arms, a lightly defined chest and a very nice butt.
A chamomile smile that pouts on cue
For every moment I breathe her sigh
He is my ground, my rock. Have you ever had someone that keeps you alive? I need him more than air. People need air to survive, but they don't love it. Air is only a way to survive, not a why to survive. I don't need air, don't need water or food, literally. But I need Bobby Drake. He gives me a reason to be alive. Even if it's only to know he is by my side watching Saturday morning cartoons eating Twinkies or any other hyper sugar thing he likes so much.
Why me of all the tough talking boys?
I guess she heard my heartbeat through the noise
Not really. I don't have a heartbeat anymore. I'm sorry for my poor attempt of humor. This is really Bobby's thing. And yet, he chose me, the British angst machine. The guy with half of his face missing, so he can't kiss. The guy that doesn't have a heart. You can put lungs, liver, etc. on the equation. I really don't know. Guess I'm the lucky guy.
A woman who burned my thoughts like kisses
She was down by street decree
She swore she'd pull my best years out of me
That could not be truer. You see, I'm a telepath, I can read his thoughts. In fact, I had to read his thoughts to know he really loves me, and that yes, he wants to kiss, something I can't give him now, something I'm afraid I won't be able to give him ever. And yet, he loves me enough he just want to kiss me. Do you know what it means to someone like me? He is giving up part of his life for me. Do you know how much love is in there for him to do it? I know I'm being selfish for keeping him, but I can't give up him, as much as he can't give up me. It's like a eternal circle. We are stuck together.
But holding on to you means letting go of pain
Means letting go of tears
Means letting go of rain
Means letting sorrows heal
It means letting go
He made me change; I'm not more an angst machine. I can say I'm happy now. Even the songs I wrote changed. They used to be as hollow as my chest is now. They are full. They have emotion, and not the fake words I used to write. Now I have a why to write. A motive to live.
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Since I've thought about writing this story, I couldn't get this song out of my head.
I beg your forgiveness if my story is confusing you. It doesn't follow a normal chronological order, and my digression powers have developed a lot since I've begun to write.
Will try to post as soon as possible.
Thanks
Tak
As all lovers must have thought provoking fears
But holding on to you means letting go of pain
Means letting go of tears
Means letting go of the rain
Holding on to you
Means letting sorrows heal
Means letting go of what's not real
Holding on to you
Holding on to you - Terence Trent D'arby
1234567890123456789012345678901234567890123456789012345678901234567890123
Holding on to you.
I have ever liked this song. It was very good for my guitar skills and vocal exercise when I had a band.
Before Bobby I had never really understood this song. In truth, I had never understood any love song. Of course, there's nothing to understand on a song from a marketing guided Britney Spears. She's an idiot. Most of her songs make me want to puke. You see, I'm not one to really appreciate valley girls, especially if they are bimbos whose biggest worry is which color to dye their hair.
Well, coming back to the song. If you replaced girl for boy, it would be exactly how I see Bobby.
Her face was my favorite magazine
Her body was my favorite book to read
When I look at his face I can't get bored. He has that expressive kind of face. You can see exactly what he is feeling just watching his face. When I see his eyes I can all the happiness in the world. I've become addicted to his laugh. He laughs at everything. He laughs even if the joke was at his expense. Told me once that he doesn't care because at least he knows people can loose a little. He's the kind of people that do their best to make the ones they love happy.
Let's don't talk about his body please. I can't keep my hands from him. Nice arms, a lightly defined chest and a very nice butt.
A chamomile smile that pouts on cue
For every moment I breathe her sigh
He is my ground, my rock. Have you ever had someone that keeps you alive? I need him more than air. People need air to survive, but they don't love it. Air is only a way to survive, not a why to survive. I don't need air, don't need water or food, literally. But I need Bobby Drake. He gives me a reason to be alive. Even if it's only to know he is by my side watching Saturday morning cartoons eating Twinkies or any other hyper sugar thing he likes so much.
Why me of all the tough talking boys?
I guess she heard my heartbeat through the noise
Not really. I don't have a heartbeat anymore. I'm sorry for my poor attempt of humor. This is really Bobby's thing. And yet, he chose me, the British angst machine. The guy with half of his face missing, so he can't kiss. The guy that doesn't have a heart. You can put lungs, liver, etc. on the equation. I really don't know. Guess I'm the lucky guy.
A woman who burned my thoughts like kisses
She was down by street decree
She swore she'd pull my best years out of me
That could not be truer. You see, I'm a telepath, I can read his thoughts. In fact, I had to read his thoughts to know he really loves me, and that yes, he wants to kiss, something I can't give him now, something I'm afraid I won't be able to give him ever. And yet, he loves me enough he just want to kiss me. Do you know what it means to someone like me? He is giving up part of his life for me. Do you know how much love is in there for him to do it? I know I'm being selfish for keeping him, but I can't give up him, as much as he can't give up me. It's like a eternal circle. We are stuck together.
But holding on to you means letting go of pain
Means letting go of tears
Means letting go of rain
Means letting sorrows heal
It means letting go
He made me change; I'm not more an angst machine. I can say I'm happy now. Even the songs I wrote changed. They used to be as hollow as my chest is now. They are full. They have emotion, and not the fake words I used to write. Now I have a why to write. A motive to live.
WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
Since I've thought about writing this story, I couldn't get this song out of my head.
I beg your forgiveness if my story is confusing you. It doesn't follow a normal chronological order, and my digression powers have developed a lot since I've begun to write.
Will try to post as soon as possible.
Thanks
Tak