Photograph Lyrics Novels & Stories

“I love you like how the moth fearlessly dives into flames. “Like how fallen leaves piled up can’t be blown away by the wind. “I love you like how rivers never stop flowing. “Like how weeds in the wild can never be completely burned away.” The initially touching lyrics became even more perfect with Josh’s magnetic and powerful voice… He deeply touched countless fans… Countless cameras and phones were pointed at his face. Regardless of the angle the photos were taken, Josh would always look good. Even the worst angles would still portray him as unfailingly handsome. Meanwhile, Annabeth was also silently humming along with Josh. While singing, Annabeth kept looking at his face. She also liked

Tradition, he supposed. He set her picture beside his beer can and opened the journal he used to write songs. He couldn’t concentrate well enough to write actual lyrics, but words kept popping into his head. He pictured them, but mostly he felt them. He scrawled words on separate lines with blank spaces between so he could add phrases later. Eyes of jade. A heart betrayed. Anguish. Languish. Pain. Insane. Heart of stone. Alone. Alone. He took a ragged breath.

Boy Mercury shooting through every degree Oh girl dancing down those dirty and dusty trails Take it hip to hip, rocket through the wilderness Around the world the trip begins with a kiss “Oh, the best part -” as he walked to the beat. Roam if you want to Roam around the world Roam if you want to Without wings, without wheels The lyrics went over and over in his head, so apt to what he was doing that moment.

I play the music before I stand in front of the pole and close my eyes. The beat started airing around the room, collided with the passion spreading out of me and the fire of the music. I slowly touch my legs up to my stomach, up to my chest into the air. I start dancing and admiring the bewildering of the music. “Sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise, tired of all these cameras flashing, sick of being poised, now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it, already choking on my pride, so there's no use crying about it” the lyrics are significant.

Everybody loves the things you do From the way you talk to the way you move Everybody here is watching you 'Cause you feel like home You're like a dream come true But if by chance you're here alone Can I have a moment before I go? 'Cause I've been by myself all night long Hoping you're someone I used to know You look like a movie You sound like a song My God, this reminds me Of when we were young Let me photograph you in this light In case it is the last time That we might be exactly like we were Before we realized We were sad of getting old It made us restless It was just like a movie It was just like a song

FOUR YEARS LATER. ELIZABETH'S POV The music lyrics pounded in my eyes very loudly as I danced to the song. Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep If I shall die before I 'wake I pray the Lord my soul to take I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind They talk shit, but I love it every time And I realize I've tasted blood and it is sweet

“But you love us.” The bus ride back was weirdly quiet. Everyone was buzzing with excitement but also terrified. Meanwhile, I just sat by the window, notebook open, lyrics spinning in my head faster than I could write. The rain outside blurred the lights, and words started forming like prayers. ‘Though I walk through the valley of shadows...’ ‘You are my song when silence falls…’ Nothing made sense yet, but I couldn’t stop. “Ezra?” Lily’s voice came softly beside me. “You good?”

I turn my eyes to Lindy who is now in tears, “Baby unless they are your lips.” I closed my eyes as I try to feel the lyrics and the message of the song. “Don’t wanna give my heart away to another stranger. Or let another day begin, won’t even let the sunlight in. No, I’ll never love again.” As soon as I finished the song, I stare at Lindy who is crying silently on her bed as she wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. “Oh baby.” She sobs and I can't help but laugh at her.

'Lady of the light, guide her way to my side' 'The Marks in my heart, the veins in my soul, take me as a whole' 'You're my light, in this temporary night, you're my strength in my weaknesses' 'Out of the blue, I'm slowly turning grey, could you wait for me?' 'I'm out of words, chaos in my head, every beat of my heart, screaming your name' 'Numbers won't complete without one, four, three, remember me, don't forget me' 'The clouds are slowly turning grey, the winds were slowly turning cold' 'Don't hold my hands anymore, our memories are on the shore' I swallowed hard when I read every word in the song that Kyle has made. I adore him for being a good musician. A singer and a rapper, a composer.

With each turn of the page, a collage of moments unfolds, family vacations, birthdays marked by laughter, and the ordinary beauty of everyday life. The album is a portal, transporting me to a world where my parents existed before me. I stumble upon images of them together, their love evident in stolen glances and shared laughter. The photographs narrate a tale of a love that braved the storms of life, leaving imprints on the hearts captured in each frame.