Love of Sorts
The sort of love you find within a flask
Warms up your stomach and cools down your mind
Is not the sort of love that's meant to last
If anything, it's what you leave behind.
Yet another love your body will find
The sort of love that comes in form of pill
Prescriptions leave your wallet in a bind
Another void this love will never fill
The sort of love that up your spine sends chills
The sort of love that comes from an escape
A vacuum given air with fatal thrills
Changes the soul not just the form and shape
The sort of love that gets you through your day
The sort of love that should be flushed away
Oh, Sonnets.
And a lovely set of songs based off of William Blake's Songs of Innocence and Experience.
Innocence
I can be a doctor, a firefighter, an astronaut
When I grow up I will have super powers
I can shop, get a job and even take showers
When I grow up everything will be so cool
I’ll have a family and a house and a swimming pool
When I grow up I will get to be the boss
I won’t have to eat my vegetables, brush or floss
When I grow up I will get to drive a car
I can meet Mickey Mouse, and all the movie stars
When I grow up I will be the president
But now I’m camping in the backyard in my tent
I’ve awakened in a strange hotel room
I’m not where I thought I’d be
A year ago today I could’ve been a groom
But all that’s left inside me is debris
Away for now are my dreams of a family
A home of my own awaits no more
In life there are no guarantees
Not of love, fortune, or your own front door
Death has claimed some for whom I care
Good luck, ‘cause no one checks how you fare
Life isn’t like youth might have guessed
Blue Velvet is an amazing cult flick. And I love Bobby Vinton's version of the song. It's beautiful.=)
Oh my, how lovely. Trying to find the song " Baby It's cold Outside" done by Margaret Whiting and Johnny Mercer is practically impossible. ugh. if anyone can find it, comment me.
Oh, how I've missed you.
Postsecret. Doctors. Colors. Risk. Future. Love.
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