You are the lyrics and I’m the melody dear…
You always had different ways to tell me ‘I Love You’ in front of my parents.
You always used to found the third way to give me those tingling pecks, when my mumma was not looking.
How everything changed so much?
Wen all this came to an end?
I just want to dream again,
Like the good old times before the storm.
But I know it will never be same,
Because the day you walked away you left me torn.
I was cautious
I looked left and then I turned right
And there you were
The glitter in your eyes calling my name.
You spread your arms
And I ran to my only hope
I fell into your arms
As I take in your scent
And my fire start to burn.
I wanted to speak
I tried to speak
But your soft lips moving in sync with mine
Didn’t let me.
It wasn’t fierce
It wasn’t wild
You took your free hand down,
Making me moan.
It was wild,
It was passionate,
I woke up from my dream.
You left me in bed
with nothing but tears.
But now the well has dried
and I am stronger.
I know it makes you sad
that I’m happy now
and my eyes are searching no more for you.
I hope you do realise that
Souls with wings were made to fly.
You are the Encyclopedia and I’m a White Blank Page dear…
Name – Me and Earl and The Dying Girl
Author – Jesse Andrews
This book can be emotional roller coaster ride. Sometimes funny and sometimes profoundly sad.
“The best ideas are always the simplest”
The story revolves around Greg, Earl and Rachel; but mostly around Greg and Rachel. Rachel,daughter of Denise is diagnosed with Leukemia. Denise is friend with Greg’s mother. So Greg’s mother ask him to take care of the dying girl. She didn’t ask but she forced him.
“One thing I’ve learned about people is that the easiest way to get them to like you is to shut up and let them do the talking”
The characters are beautifully written. And yes, this book is not everybody’s cup of tea but for those who’ll give it their whole heart.❤
“There was just something about her dying that I had understood but not really understood, if you know what I mean. I mean, you can know someone is dying on an intellectual level, but emotionally it hasn’t really hit you, and then when it does, that’s when you feel like shit”
You’re like the Periodic Table and I’m an element still waiting to get discovered dear…
After six months he asked me “how I’m doing” I replied “fine” turning quickly the pages to hide the poetry my tears have written.
You are the history and I’m a forgotten war dear..