The notebook in my mind without a letter written but a memory marked.

Hey hey she's just a girl with too many shirts,

and the words of the days passed written in a notebook.

She tries to sing along with the song he plays, sometimes the nights don't pass so easy,

But with strumming the notes his fingers seemed to calm yet the soul electric.

She stops thinking the thoughts of her tangeled mind and all she hears are the chords.

With the zip down fabric around him there sit a kid with his music maker and only this,

from memories the beats created, there he sat and played until the room filled with smiles forever more.

 

Hey hey she's just a girl making footprints in the sand of life,

The notebook still in the same place she comes across it and remembers a moment.

They wiggled and squirmed in his cup, alive with life she wanted to capture,

while she poured dirt he poked them,as they were afraid he gave them more friends to squirm with.

Only to find that they would quickly curl and then unwind their little 9 heart bodies.

They kept digging with their finger tips dirty with mud, but it didn't matter,

mother made sure they had sun protector on and let them loose to free the days of thinking.

 

Hey hey she's just a girl trying to get out of the rain,

trying hard not to get her notebook drenched with soggy crystal drops.

He pulls her out and keeps her head safe from what could've happened,

his hands wrap her in a hug and as they drive down the road there is a calming.

They say he's always on guard, watching over and protecting but that must be deep with in him,

for what she sees is someone, who stands beside her and speaks words for he's already been there.

With him standing leaning over her, she scoops her hands into the lake they stop by.

And there she sees a glimps of hope in her palms.

 

Hey hey she's just a girl trying to figure out the colors of her world,

where to paint the reds and the oranges to bring the canvas to life.

He gives her a pallete and a single brush to stroke a shade and relive moments from her notebook,

"Teach me how to be successful like you," as she looks up a few inches higher.

The ecstatic feeling that comes to one when a piece is finished is not able to be described,

He does not show her only the ways of someone who is soaking with ideas for paint,

but he shows her how to really live, how to truely let out that burning image inside and be the sun.

 

Thank you for all you have done boys, you have truely enlightened me & filled my note book with memories.

 

I love you.

 

 

Reviews

[Last Minute Lani]

i think my favorite line is "she tries to sing along with the song he plays."