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Try to tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites
Created on 2004-05-07 21:25:57 (#3078998), last updated 2004-10-08
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Basic Info| Name: | Will you be my Romeo? |
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| Location: | Florida, United States |
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quix·ot·ic
Caught up in the romance of noble deeds and the pursuit of unreachable goals.
Idealistic without regard to practicality.
Capricious; impulsive.
Romantic to extravagance; absurdly chivalric; apt to be deluded.
Not sensible in practical matters; unrealistic
♥
de·spair
To lose all hope.
To be overcome by a sense of futility or defeat.
Complete despondency.
a state in which everything seems wrong and will turn out badly.
I roll the window down
And then begin to breathe in
The darkest country road
And the strong scent of evergreen
From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.
Then looking upwards
I strain my eyes and try
To tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites
From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.
"do they collide?"
I ask and you smile.
With my feet on the dash
The world doesn't matter.
When you feel embarrassed then I'll be your pride
When you need directions then I'll be the guide
For all time.
For all time.
quix·ot·ic
Caught up in the romance of noble deeds and the pursuit of unreachable goals.
Idealistic without regard to practicality.
Capricious; impulsive.
Romantic to extravagance; absurdly chivalric; apt to be deluded.
Not sensible in practical matters; unrealistic
♥
de·spair
To lose all hope.
To be overcome by a sense of futility or defeat.
Complete despondency.
a state in which everything seems wrong and will turn out badly.
I roll the window down
And then begin to breathe in
The darkest country road
And the strong scent of evergreen
From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.
Then looking upwards
I strain my eyes and try
To tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites
From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.
"do they collide?"
I ask and you smile.
With my feet on the dash
The world doesn't matter.
When you feel embarrassed then I'll be your pride
When you need directions then I'll be the guide
For all time.
For all time.
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