The Moon and I

jeudi 29 septembre 2011

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I haven't been living, there's not much to post

lundi 19 septembre 2011

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Johnny's always running around, trying to find certainty.
He needs all the world to confirm, that he aint lonely

Mary counts walls, knows he tires easily

Johnny thinks the world would be right, if it would buy, truth from him.
Mary says he changes his mind, more than a woman.

But she made her bed, even when the chance was slim.

Johnny says he's willing to learn, when he decides, he's a fool.
Johnny say's he'll live any where, when he earns time to.

Mary combs her hair, says she should be use to it.

Mary always hedges her bets, she never knows, what to think.
She says that he still acts, like he's being discovered.

Scared that he'll get caught, without a second thought

Johnny feels he's wasting his breath, trying to talk, sense to her
Mary says he's lacking a real, sense of proportion
So she combs her hair, knows he tires easily

Johnny's always running around, trying to find certainty.
He needs all the world to confirm, that he aint lonely

Mary counts walls, says she should be use to it

vendredi 9 septembre 2011

Then I was in the darkness

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So darkness I became

samedi 3 septembre 2011

Changed my theme

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feedback?

jeudi 1 septembre 2011

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I'm just too bad at this
I don't  know how to be happy I guess

mardi 30 août 2011

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i've come to the realisation that song speak better for me


this is not a song but idk
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

vendredi 19 août 2011

Iron

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mercredi 17 août 2011

2nd post of the day

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2 unrelated things

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darling stop confusing me
with your wishful thinking
hopeful enbraces
don't you understand?
i have to go through this
i belong to here where
no-one cares and no-one loves
no light no air to live in
a place called hate
the city of fear

i play dead
it stops the hurting
i play dead
and hurting stops

it's sometimes just like sleeping
curling up inside my private tortures
i nestle into pain
hug suffering
caress every ache

i play dead
it stops the hurting