11:00pm EST.
The air is cool, breezy and gorgeous.
The thought of autumn excites me.
On the stereo 'Asleep' by the Smiths is playing.
"Sing me to sleep, i dont want to wake up on my own anymore"
The lights are off, the room lit only by the glow of the screen. I'm in a place - a nice place.
I don't want to leave. But soon i'll have to.
I was here last night. My knees are bruised.
A hard hit, a blunt object and no pain.
Just the way i like it.
Sing to me...
| ps. i have a job interview with greenpeace on thursday|
The air is cool, breezy and gorgeous.
The thought of autumn excites me.
On the stereo 'Asleep' by the Smiths is playing.
"Sing me to sleep, i dont want to wake up on my own anymore"
The lights are off, the room lit only by the glow of the screen. I'm in a place - a nice place.
I don't want to leave. But soon i'll have to.
I was here last night. My knees are bruised.
A hard hit, a blunt object and no pain.
Just the way i like it.
Sing to me...
| ps. i have a job interview with greenpeace on thursday|
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why do birds...suddenly appear
every time...you are near
just like me...they long to be
close to you
I don't know if what you wrote was a poem by you or not, but I really like it. I'd sing my heart out for ya.
Good luck with your interview!