There's a method to your madness
This I cannot deny
You come in all guns blazing
But you'd not hurt a fly
Your post punk philosophies
Have really got the best of me
Your northern soul discography
Has put my life in jeopardy
I was all smiles and no grin
Every place I got in
I had been serving up cervesas
All tonic no gin
There really seems no reason that we can't work things out
I would knock you back for nothing, if I had but one doubt
We would turn around from this life with all our desire
And run out from the building that we'd just set on fire
The smoke rose from the ashes that the wind blew away
I'll be calling out for justice until my dying day
There must be some kinda meaning to this horrible world
If you could only see this you might still be my girl
And after all the bangs and shouts,
The sonnet of the down and outs
Put the dreamers to the shore
I told them not to drink no more
With my letter in the piling waste
My last wish is to see your face
For the crime and recreation
May you sing and save a nation
Fun for me... *smiles*
The re-creation was the recreation of this poem for me. Thank you, wordmaster. Nice write! Etymology by google.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
great write!
great write!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."