Laura Jayne Chivers, lay your cards on the table please.

sometimes i want someone to write about me for a change.
a poem.
a song.
a prose.
something beautiful.
something that makes my tummy flip.
but is a song is what i'd want most.
but since thats not gonna happen.
i found my own Laura songs,
various artists of course.
some good
some bad.
of course.

I've got a friend.
Her name is Laura.
We took a holiday.
Seven sweet days in Majorca.
Seven days in the sun.
She's my heaven,
She's a spark,
Feels like heaven,
So light me up.
Here's another tale about this girl named Laura,
You can find her shiny teeth at any corner,
I'm gonna look up Laura what's her name
And finally make it clear
I studied every square inch of her legs in our junior year
This next song is about a young lady called Laura
Who unfortunately isn't with us anymore
But she's still called Laura...
There's no need for tears
Cause there's no need to cry
The love that you leave
Will never be left behind
This pain in my head comes straight from my heart
No woman alive could touch who you were
So bye, bye Laura
There's no one could take your place
Bye, bye Laura
Your beauty will never fade
The seed that you sewn
Now reachs for the sky
The song that you leave
Will never beat at night
And after this song, her spirit lives on
Though your not around you'll never be gone
Laura, can't you give me some time,I got to give myself one more chance.
Laura kept all her disappointments
Locked up in a box behind her closet door
She pulled the blinds and listened to the thunder
With no way out from the family store
Nothing left for a boy but to hide these dreams away...
All those dreams decay
Laura...know this song for always
Laura...show this song to no one
Laura, are you still living there on your estate of sorrow?
You used to leave it occasionally.
Now, you don't even bother to ride that commuter train west to Chicago,
To stroll through the greenery, in the park, past the statues.
How their eyes seemed to follow you like a hated addiction.
Their beauty carved out of absolutes that you could never claim, or even envision.
Laura you were the saddest song in the shape of a woman.
I thought you were beautiful,but I wept with your movements.
I hope you are laughing now from that place of the carpet
where we shared a sleeping bag, in your sisters apartment.
Oh how she would worry so, you know,I was just a stranger.
But she asked me to care for you.
That is what she didand I went and betrayed her.
But do you know we are in high demand,Laura, us people who suffer?
Because we don't take to arguing and we are quick to surrender.
Well, I think I would call tonight if I still had your number.
Your thoughts have always laid close to mine.
We were both skipping supper.
But you should never be embarrassed by your trouble with living.
Because it is the ones with the sorest throats, Laura, who have done the most singing.
And Laura’s asleep in my bed
As I’m leaving she wakes up and says
“I dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a wave
Baby don’t go away, come here”

Sometimes it's nice not to know who,
or what a songs about.
just so you can pretend it's about you.
and your life.
Sometimes its nice not to use names but metaphors.
Sometimes its nice to use smiles instead of music.