If I were a bird I'd fly into another world...
If I were a star I'd fall in another galaxy...
If I were a clock I'd live in another time...
If I were not me, then maybe you'd be mine
If I were a star I'd fall in another galaxy...
If I were a clock I'd live in another time...
If I were not me, then maybe you'd be mine
This reminds me of the voice of an almost Sarah Teasdale-esque type of stanza. Simplistic, but detailed in its message. Only one stanza, and filled to the brim with longing; it's not that simple, but then again-when is love really that forthcoming? Maybe in another lifetime, we think. Maybe.
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Thanks, so true though when is love ever that forthcoming. I had ended it then maybe you would not be mine but i thought switching that around gave it more depth.
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