Tuesday, May 3, 2011

midnight musings

succinct song titles make up a poem of sorts.

We dared to move and learned to breathe
and then there was Only Hope
no longer 24
not Incomplete
we looked at the Stars

Turning everything over, cause living is simple
I'm more than fine, you're not the mess of me
The shadow proves the sunshine
The Sound of the fatal wound
The Setting Sun, owh what a Beautiful Letdown

you're Home
we are one tonight,
so long and Goodnight Punk.

* can't ever go wrong with Switchfoot.

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