Jenns Amazing Blurbages

A rather frightening display of post adolescent teen angst. Soon to be out of the teens for good I find myself psychologically disturbed, so I might as well talk about it. Enjoy! :D

Friday, August 19, 2005

Honey and the moon

Honey and the moon

Don't know why I'm still afraid.
If you weren't real I would make you up... now.
I wish that I could follow through.
I know that your love is true and deep as the sea.
But right now, everything you want is wrong.
And right now, all you dreams are waking up.
And right now, I wish I could follow you
To the shores of freedom...Where no one lives.

Remember when we first met
And everything was still a bet in love's... game
You would call, I'd call you back
And then I'd leave a message on your answering machine

But right now, everything is turning blue.
And right now, the sun is trying to kill the moon.
And right now, I wish I could follow you
To the shores of freedom...Where no one lives.
Freedom. Run away tonight.Freedom. Run away. Run away tonight.

We're made out of blood and rust
Looking for someone to trust without... a fight.
I think that you came too soon;
You're the honey and the moon that lights up my night.

But right now, everything you want is wrong.
And right now, all you dreams are waking up.
And right now, I wish I could follow you
To the shores of freedom...Where no one lives.
Freedom. Run away tonight.Freedom. Run away. Run away tonight.

We got too much time to kill
Like pigeons on my windowsill we hang... around.
Ever since I've been with you
You hold me up all the time I'm falling down

But right now, everything is turning blue.
And right now, the sun is trying to kill the moon.
And right now, I wish I could follow you
To the shores of freedom
Where no one lives.Freedom. Run away tonight.Freedom. Run away. Run away tonight.Freedom. Run away. Run away tonight

1 Comments:

  • At August 19, 2005 11:21 AM, Blogger Shyshe said…

    Wow. there's not much of a market for poetry out there huh? So did you suffer any major love failure or anything?

     

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