Stephanie Grace: Good Songs

I think that it's a sign, that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned. And I have to speculate that God himself did make us into corresponding shapes like puzel peices from the clay.

And true it may seem like a streach but it's thoughts like this that catch my troubled head when you're away, when I am missing you to death.

They will see us waving from such great heights. "Come down now" They'll say. But everything looks perfect from far away. "Come down now" But we'll stay.

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Stephanie Grace

Tuesday, 26 July 2011

Good Songs

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