Although she lives her life a friend to all,
She hasn’t caught a single breath of love,
She’s living off the care from all her friends,
But dying from romantic lack thereof,
She is a wave, a constant, always there,
Until tsunamis push her out of reach,
An overshadowed friend, unseen by love,
And she’ll, dejected, crash upon the beach,
When life seems dim and all love seems to fade,
She is a lantern, always burning; there,
But cast asunder for a simple match,
A phony love, a rapidly doused flare,
She will wait, a postulated friend,
Until true love will find her in the end.
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-The Violent Femmes
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"if your not living life on the edge, you're taking up too much space."
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Some things are the way they are
and words just can't explain
I like the paradox you throw in line 3-4 "She’s living off the care from all her friends / But dying from romantic lack thereof" . I'm not sure if "constant" is the best way to describe a wave, as it is a transient phenomena (there's no static wave per se), but that's just me being picky.
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