Pressed

Preserved Echoes: Unveiling the Delicate Symphony of Love
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Lyrics

Bring me home

Expressing a desire to return home.

Pick me and press me

Asking to be chosen and handled carefully.

In the big dictionary you keep on the shelf

Referencing a significant dictionary where memories or experiences are stored.

I belong

Feeling a sense of belonging.

Nestled and swaddled

Being securely wrapped and protected.

In words to preserve me for years

Being described in words for preservation over time.

And when winter arrives, I'll still be here

Expressing permanence even in the cold, harsh times.

And when spring comes around, I'll still be here

Highlighting resilience through changing seasons.

Pressed in the shape that you found me most beautiful

Being preserved in a way that emphasizes personal beauty.

Paper thin and petals like laces, I

Comparing oneself to delicate paper and lace-like petals.

Wait until it's time to unveil me

Awaiting a moment of revelation or unveiling.

Maybe now I'll be delicate

Expressing a desire for delicacy, possibly in character.

At least for a season or two

Anticipating a temporary phase of fragility or sensitivity.

I am yours

Declaring a sense of ownership or dedication to someone.

Frame me and hang me

Suggesting to be framed and displayed as a cherished possession.

Or use me to find your last place in your book

Offering utility, such as marking a place in a book.

I am strong

Asserting strength, even if it's just in the form of a lingering scent.

Or at least my perfume was

Acknowledging the potential for fragility despite apparent strength.

And touch me or don't, I'll still break

Embracing vulnerability, acknowledging that one can still break.

And when summer arrives, I'll still be here

Emphasizing enduring presence even in the warmth of summer.

And when autumn comes blowing I'll be here

Committing to being there when autumn, a season of change, arrives.

Pressed and beloved or forgotten, that's all up to you

Leaving the decision of being remembered or forgotten to the observer.

Paper thin and veins on display, I

Describing oneself as thin and revealing inner characteristics.

Wait until I'm transparent and ready

Waiting for a moment of transparency and readiness to be known.

Maybe now I'll be knowable

Expressing a willingness to become knowable or understood.

I can learn not to ache for your hands

Indicating a capacity to overcome longing for someone's touch.

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