In Rap It’s Called Sex, But I Wanna Call It Love

January 30, 2010
By Peaches27 BRONZE, Champaign, Illinois
Peaches27 BRONZE, Champaign, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
"Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the things that take our breath away."


The band’s setting up but I only see her. I’ve never met her before. She stands in front of the stage wearing a red sweater, one that probably belongs to her grandmother. The girl beside her is wearing the trends of the moment. The trendy girl will become outdated, but the red sweater girl is timeless. The band’s ready to play and the crowd is ready to listen, but I’m not ready. I want to freeze time and ask red sweater girl to dance. I can’t dance, but I bet she can’t dance either, so maybe it could work. We begin the first song and the crowd cheers like there are a million people. There are twenty. I only see one though. She hides behind her bangs, but when she sways her head I can see her eyes. I don’t know what color they are but they must be beautiful because I can’t look away. The floor is vibrating. I wonder if she can feel it. Can heart beats travel through the floor? My heart’s racing, to the beat of the music and the rhythm of the night and the tune a red sweater makes. She is singing my lyrics. I capture them and sing them back to her. I hope she dances in the rain, and sings herself awake. She smiles at her friends, a quiet smile with a dimple. God, she has a dimple. The trendy girl is screaming my name but it sounds like the word garbage. Maybe because red sweater girl is so pretty. She’s so pretty. I want to write her a song, only for her ears. I want to kiss her and feel the quiet smile against my lips. She bounces from foot to foot. Does she read on sunny days? I hope she does. I like red sweaters. I want to eat ice cream cones with her. Our last song begins but I hardly notice because I fall in love with red sweater girl. I tell the crowd thank you for coming out. She whispers your welcome and I know for sure heart beats can travel through the floor because I hear hers as it beats in tandem with mine. I know red sweater girl loves me too.

The author's comments:
An indie concert and a girl in a red sweater smiling up at the singer as he sang on a Friday night.

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LIKEwhoaa GOLD said...
on Mar. 28 2010 at 7:25 pm
LIKEwhoaa GOLD, Carrollton, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
The important thing is this: To be able at any moment to sacrifice what we are for what we could become.
-Charles DuBois

i like it :)its really sweet

<3


on Mar. 5 2010 at 5:00 pm
Peaches27 BRONZE, Champaign, Illinois
3 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the things that take our breath away."

Thank you very much :]

on Feb. 27 2010 at 7:25 pm
delilahsky PLATINUM, Arlington, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
Just because her eyes don't tear doesn't mean her heart doesn't cry. And just because she comes off strong, doesn't mean there's nothing wrong






-Author Unknown

This is a powerful piece...I really like it. :-)


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