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"The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance."
--Aristotle
Does It Really Matter
Early 90s
Caught in the ashes of an angel fallen to the ground
Lost in the circles of an endless dream spiraling down
Everything I ever wanted, found in you, goes up in flames
But does it really matter
Shooting stars, four leaf clovers, and lullabies carried on the wind
You could never understand the thin line that makes my heart bend
And like a lamb in thunder, when love echoes I run
But does it really matter
Maybe I care too much to say
Maybe I dream too much to let it show
Do I dare to let you melt my heart away
Tell me if its safe
Like a stormy Monday you’ve blown in and stolen my heart
And like a mixed up puzzle I feel myself falling apart
If you put the pieces back together are you gonna love what you find
Then again, does it really matter
I was married early, age 21. I married quickly. I think I had only dated him for about a month or two. He seemed like a really nice guy. Apparently I was too young to know the difference between nice and fake. I seperated from him a few short months after marrying him. This song isn't about him though. This song is about the man I met shortly after I filed for divorce. I was living in Japan and didn't have any friends or family there. He was a handsome MP living on a different military base than I was. He was leaving for the United States within a few months. As much as I liked him, starting a relationship, especially in my situation, was a point of confusion.
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