When Spencer and I were dating some of the many things that we had in common was our love for words and music. We would constantly be looking up lyrics to songs and e-mailing them to each other. Even though we both write poetry, we would find our feeling beautifully composed in other people’s words. Since then, we have often discussed one of life’s greatest ironies for poets. When you are truly happy with a person it is much harder, and sometimes impossible, to write good poetry. At least it is one of life’s greatest ironies for us. When I was single and miserable I could write (in my own humble opinion) the most beautiful love poems to people who did not exist or had not appeared in my life as of yet. I could also write equally heartbreaking compositions about being lost and lonely. Now….nothing. Everything seems corny beyond belief. {{sigh}}
With these thoughts in mind, I found two songs whose lyrics are so beautiful and I dedicate them to the wonderful, kind, strong man in my life.
Brandi Carlile - The Story
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
Yeah you do and I was made for you
You see the smile that's on my mouth
Is hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...
Snow Patrol - Shut Your Eyes
Shut your eyes and think of somewhere
Somewhere cold and caked in snow
By the fire we break the quiet
Learn to wear each other well
And when the worrying starts to hurt
and the world feels like graves of dirt
Just close your eyes until
you can imagine this place, yeah, our secret space at will
Shut your eyes, I spin the big chair
And you'll feel dizzy, light, and free
And falling gently on the cushion
You can come and sing to me
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