Excerpt from "[To find a kiss of yours]"
by Fredrico Lorca
-:To find a kiss of yours
What would I give
A kiss that strayed from
Your lips
Dead to love
My lips taste
The dirt of shadows
The gaze at your dark eyes
What would I give
Dawns of rainbow garnet
Fawning open before God:-
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Practice started 15 minutes later, just as Peter had said it would. Simon walked in making it a point to not look me in the eyes, which I couldn't blame him for at all.
I looked over to his him as he sat next to Felle, and seeing him made my heart sink. Seeing the man I wanted, the man I loved, and not having enough strength to be with him killed me.
I was a coward, plain and simple.
"So, Battle of the Bands is in a week. That means, we need to practice. But first, I thought we could just sing something to get us warmed up, any suggestions?" Peter said looking to us.
"What about something from The Smiths?" Felle said.
"Which song?" Simon said turning to look to him.
"Pretty girls make graves." He said smirking.
"Sounds good to me." He replied turning to me.
"Okay."
We went over the lyrics quickly before getting into position, all sharing a nod with each other as they began to play.
"Ready?" I said turning to Simon.
"Always." He smiled back.
Upon the sand, upon the bay... "There is a quick and easy way" you say before you illustrate...
Simon smiled at me, making me blush...
I'd rather state, I'm not the man you think I am... I'm not the man you think I am, and sorrows native son... he will not smile for anyone...
And pretty girls make graves...
Felle begins dancing in place, leaning into the music with spinning around.
... Ooh-ooh-oh-ooh, ooh-ooh-oh-ooh-ooh...
End of the pier, end of the bay... you tug my arm and say... "give into lust, give up to lust, oh, heaven knows we'll soon be dust"...
Oh, I'm not the man you think I am... I'm not the man you think I am, and sorrows native son... he will not rise for anyone...
And pretty girls make graves...
Antony leans into the mic...
"Oh really?"
... Ooh-ooh-oh-ooh, ooh-ooh-oh-ooh-ooh...
I could have been wild and I could've been free... but nature played this trick on me, she wants it now, and she will not wait...
But she's too rough and I'm too delicate, Then, on the sand... Another man, he takes her hand, A smile lights up on her stupid face... And we'll, it would...
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FanfictionWilhelm returns to Hillserka dreading to see Simon. His love for him is still there, and he doesn't know what to do. Wilhelm meets new kid Peter who invite him to join a band. When he sees that Simon has joined as well, he wonders if this is the way...
