by Simon and Garfunkel It's a still life water color a now late afternoon. As the sun shines through the curtain lace And the shadows wash the room. And we sit and drink our coffee Casting our indifference like shells upon the shore You can hear the ocean roar... In the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs The borders of our lives. And you read you Emily Dickenson And I, my Robert Frost. And we note our place with bookmarkers That measure what we have lost. Like a poem poorly written We are verses out of rhythm, couplets our of rhyme In snycopated time In the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs Are the borders of our lives. Yes, we speak of things that matter With words that must be said Can analysis be worthwhile? Is the theatre really dead? And now the room has softly faded And i only kiss your shadow I cannot feel your hand You're a stranger now onto me Lost in the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs In the borders of our lives. This was discussed in my English class. I so love my teacher. She never fails to inspire me on how she teaches Literature. I want to be an English teacher in Literature someday. haha! loser. Be inspired. :)
Yes, it has been a month since i last updated this. A lot has happened. And i mean a lot. Positive. Negative. Happy. Sad. Boring. Whatever. So its like that. Haha! toodles :) | 
