Can’t read my mind,
She actually wanted our whole English class to collectively write a trashy novel. I’m sure some goody-two-shoes ratted her out for her plans to stray away from the set syllabus because that was the last we heard about it.
‘I’m just beginning,
The pen’s in my hand,
Most people have narcotics to provide them with a quick-fix, I have trashy novels with the most predictable plots in the world to provide me with my fix. Tis very sad, believe me, I know! I’m hoping some good will come of this nasty habit possibly in the form of a bestseller on Oprah’s book club list perhaps, that would TOTALLY justify it.
“Stare at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty windows,
Let the sun illuminate the words you could not find
1) Girl is pregnant with Boy’s offspring but conveniently forgets to send him this memo.
2) Boy goes off to find himself but can’t shake thoughts of Girl;
3) Either Girl or Boy reinvents themselves into a high and mighty big shot but somehow preserves the inner girl/boy-next-door.
A lot of back and forth ensues and eventually Boy and Girl realise they can’t live without each other *cue dramatic music and motorbike ride into the sunset*
“Reaching for something in the distance,
So close that you can almost taste it”
“Release your inhibitions”
No one else can feel it for you,
Only you can let it in,
No one else
No one else
Can speak the words on your lips
“Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten”