If irises can be fireworks
Then yours are the most bright and loud
Sending stinging bellows
Into my heart and into the clouds
And then of course
I'd let you lean your head on me
Does that scent of rain
Foreshadow catastrophe?
Michelle, Michelle
A name that's become
My Hell, My Hell
But I know she meant well
Never becomes ever
When you hear her voice quiver
Her hot breath is the
Only warmth that makes you shiver
And when she pouts those lips
Rolling waves that never touch shore
Time to abandon ship
Because waves mean a storm
Michelle, Michelle
A name that's become
My Hell, My Hell
But I know she meant well
I guess she meant well.
Author notes
No, no, no. I'm not falling in love with Michelle again. I just felt like writing and felt like some closure on the crush. She was quite the contradictory girl.
Anyway, I might send this to a band that I'm friends with. Maybe, they can turn it into a song.
Please tell me what you think
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i think if i had a printed out copy of this, i could work with this, and make it a song easily. and, if we all got together, it could work too.
where we go was a fun challenge, i'd totally be up for another one.
hopefully if we do, it'll be better put together than where we go, because, the recording is embarrasing a little bit, because my voice is all... strange. maybe it's just the camera? that's my alibi.
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