I believe in science
But also secret signs:
The iridescent bubbles,
The magic of the numbers.
Everything has meaning
When you’re learning
How a heart breaks
For the first time
(And the last time).
Everything’s a keepsake
When you filter for your tears;
Every song’s an elegy,
Written for the disappeared.
I find comfort in the torment
Of another haunted melody.
Lyrical
This should be set to music
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Ty π
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Pleasure
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Beautifully written.
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Ty π
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Youβre welcome π
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Moving, and beautiful.
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Ty π
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Beautiful!
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Ty π
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Very, very nicely done.
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Thank you π
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Reblogged this on A Guy Called Bloke and K9 Doodlepip! and commented:
Keepsakes, beautifully written.
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Thank you π
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