Let's start from the begining... the intro... Lots of peeps have told me that they don't 'get it' so... all the bits
in... Red, which are bold and italic... are the explanation... OK? Good :-D
Letters to that of a love, that of a being, with whom,
we love… all of us… (A letter to someone we all know... and love) by
far they travel to rest eyes upon our glance. In which to bond our love…
(We travel to see each other, to develop the relationship) Due North
they must ride…Fair well, my darling… (We live in Sheffield hence the Due North
[I think... tbh, I ust added that bit in 4 fun!] The Fair well, my darling, is just sayin 'Goodbye' but im sure
u got that) my heart ponders for ye and my body cries for you touch… (I
miss them) Oh! Hark… The Herald Angels Sing! TRA(vel) [Upon]
LA(rge) LA(rge) LA(rge) LA(rge) LA(rge) LA(rge) horses… (It's a christmas carol, but
it also says Travel Upon Large etc Horses... to see the person ) with
eyes of the sky, ones which see beyond meaning… (Nooo... Idea) Laughter
fills my Heart with dismay, when that upon which I chuckle, canneee be shared with my true love. (It
feels bad to be happy without you) How my heart cries for you… Oh, fair Love, return to me…
(I miss you, come back)
(Read upon my words of truth… The truth of my feelings, which lead to anger, dismay, love and all human emotions of
which I behold!) (Read the letter, which shows all my feelings and emotions)
My darling,
I have noticed that things have been awkward between us recently and I was wondering
why you were no longer talking to me, as I am unsure as to what I have done wrong. *Worried and confused face pulled*
This problem has sent me into a spiral
of depression and fear ending in a cavern of paranoia, and it is our current situation that has led me here.
Why can’t we sort this out, ‘bond’ if you will, over a friendly game of crochet
or chess next Thursday at four, and we can have watercress and/or cucumber sandwiches. Will
you?
I feel a team sport will help us to discover
our differences, and bond our similarities. I feel that we
could bond quicker than the average split pair as we will find our similarities quicker.
I realise that you have no friends, and
will therefore feel gratified by my offer of friendship, because ‘one’ has no one, except a stray hog, who may
I remind you, has been rather unpleasant to you in most recent times.
You are a rather large angle, ‘obtuse’
if you will, and if you won’t, then tough! (They have
confusing ways... note the angle shit later on...) Your angles confuse me,
they send me in many directions. (I never know how you're going to react, as you are unpredictable)
You are a Master of Angles and you throw them from your angle belt, to catch me and throw
me off ‘the scent’, the page of squares. (Your unpredictable...
again. You throw me off the scent means 'I never now how you are with me' The page of squares is there just because angles
are to do with maths, and maths books have squares... lol) Why must
you torment me with your angles? (Why are you so meeean to me?!?!?!?!)
I have reached the perpendicular angle of height, of which you stand, hand in hand, divided
we fall. (Nooo... Idea... its there just for fun!)
I have always been straight with you. (I've never lied
to you) However, put aside the negatives, I feel I can
straighten you out and mend your wicked angles. (I think I can make you nice 'Straighten'
as in... make normal... but it also refers to the bend in the 'angle'... gettit?) I do not want to dent our relationship, only to develop the positive, leaving aside the negative…
to give us the positive. (Dent as in 'angle', again, but also to say that I don't want to
ruin the relationship. I don't want to look at the negative side of things, but I want to see things from a positive
point of view)
You have crushed my flower-like form.
You are the cat that has pulled off my feathers of innocence, like a snake slithers in the desert of death… BOOM!
(You upset me, and have made me a different person... one which
is bad!) You have foreseen my future and twisted it into
a ball of misery and despair, when it should have been a ball of yarn, coveted by love and friendship, by amore and passion. Not death and sickness, not by hateness and loath.
(You've planned out m life, and made it bad... when it should be good)
Alack my bird call no longer reflects in it my child-like demeanour, but a cold and harsh adult world
stricking at my head like a rock! (I used to be
innocent, but you have [robbed] {rub a dub dubbed} me of that innocence. Your bad treatment of me has caused me to lash
out in other areas and this change has hurt me, like a rock. You have shown me the EVIL of the world)
On that note I fear I must leave. So, Fair yonder my Maiden. I shall return with news of goodness and erotic gratification.
(Goodbye, next time I see you, I'll have good news and I'll share my fantasies with you.)
Oh, and if the Jimmy the servent boy has slayed that dragon yet. Have
ye slayed your dragon yet? The one that tugs at your soul, violently.
(The dragon is the conscience... is it making you feel bad?) Let me be the ground upon which it was slayed upon, covered in hatred. (Let
me be the person, who you take out all your problems on) Like
a pool of blood are your words, staining the very ground on which the dismembered dragon lays. (Like
a pool of blood are your words, means... your words hurt me and i never forget them) Cold! Naked! Alone! You took his suit! You took his hat! And with that… You took his life. (You make me feel alone, useless and without pride) As his lifeless body fell, he fell upon my cantering horse and crushed me upon his breast! With that he squeezed the very life from my already meaningless body. (I'm not sure why this is in... i suppose it could mean your words crush me...)
Together we stand, divided by land! We fall, perished upon prevailing winds of sand. (Not really sure =o/ ) I chose the bow, I chose the sword and with these weapons, you shall be vanquished! And, with that, you shall vanish from the eyes of closure upon thine face!
(With what I have, I shall 'get rid' of you) And I ask you! Without my mattress,
where shall we lie?... but on the cold stone, that of which was bought upon by your ignorance… (On my mattress lies a stranger!) (You
makes things hard for yourself... umm... the bit in brackets has no meaning)
Upon your fathers death you shall mourn, until the coming of dawn… Yawn Björn BANG!
Loving You Always,
Me
xXx
