The Girl Of My Dreams

I have been working on a graphic novel.  This song was written for the book but I chose to use a different song. I liked how it came out so I figure I would share it anyway. This song was "written" by one of the main characters after a chance early meeting with another main character. This character is a teenager and is really into music, so this song was supposed to reflect his skill level as a song writer, as it takes the melody from The Beatles, A Fool on the Hill. I decided to write another song that did not borrow from another song for the book, but I just like this one too.

everyday

alone, by myself

the one I'm looking for, is staying perfectly hid

I'm really looking for her, but you know she plays it cool

she never gives a reaction

but the girl of my dreams

makes my heart beat real loud

but the one in her chest

does it make any sound

another new day

will I see her around

the one I'm looking for, is she still wearing that shroud

I can never seem to find her, my confidence starts to shake

she doesn't care or notice

that the girl of my dreams

makes my heart beat real loud

but the one in her chest

doesn't make any sound

I can't tell if she likes me

what the hell am I supposed to do

It's not like I can hide my feelings

that the girl of my dreams

makes my heart beat real loud

but the one in her chest

does it make any sound

I don't think I can give up

even though she's acting rude

how do I make her notice

that the girl of my dreams

makes my heart beat real loud

but the one in her chest

doesn't make a sound

Those Smiling Eyes

Started 5/14/2015

Finished 7/21/ 2015

I caught a glimpse of your eyes

flashing beautifully in the rearview

they left me welded to the backseat

just a spark and it was over

how can they contain so much

liquid blue and ever deep

I can see your past, and our future

swimming wildly within them

when you smile, your eyes smile too

and it's going to be the death of me

I am locked in and willing to follow

those eyes anywhere, everywhere

masterpieces, painted on a porcelain face

phthalo blue, hides patient embers

just waiting to burn me up

so intense, I want to look away, but can't

I can see your whole life in those eyes

all your pain, all your happiness

dancing and swirling around together

like the center of a marble

never have I seen such a wonder

arctic blue, but far from cold

always on and softly calling, reminiscent of

the warm glow of the front porch light

those smiling eyes of yours, those eyes are home