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♥m e g g y b o o t ♥November 23 Angel.I call you up
You pick up You call my bluff On the card of love You hold too close Your hands to your chest I can’t read your eyes But I confess It’s lonely far away from you Even when you’re right by me It’s only why I wait for you To take my hand Why do I beg like a child for your candy? Why do I come after you like I do I love you?
Wherever you are I swear You’ll be my angel You. I play my cards the best I can But I lose my luck when you’re not here My darling heart Won’t you please give in? I may be strong But I want you back again When you’re not here it’s hard to pretend It’s all alright again When you’re not here love it’s hard to pretend It’s all alright but still Watch the deck Count your cards Makes no sense That I’m always losing When you’re gone November 18 she's tearing the words from the pageshe wanted to be a cowboy,
she was shootin em down, she was tramping around. he walked in crooked with the clear blue eyes. "there's a nice pool in my motel
you want to go for a swim?"
that night he moved in. the time between meeting and finally leaving is sometimes called falling in love. at night she'd wait for the sound of his feet on the doormat, the sound of his hand on the doorknob, the sound of her heart beating in her head. he'd go out playing slots cause he knew he'd lose she didn't know, so she couldn't choose. but one night while sleeping alone in her bed, the phone rang, she woke up, and sat up and said, "what time is it? what time is it?" "well it's 5:30 here and it's 2:30 there, and i won't be home tonight," he said. now she sits in a booth in a diner, waiting for someone to take her order, waiting for someone to come and sit down. she rubs the smudge off the photograph, puts it back in her purse. the grey sky was romantic cause he was holding her hand, in that picture
he was her man... the time between meeting and finally leaving is sometimes called falling in love. October 25 You're gonna be gone before you get foundI take myself from the bottom shelf And I reel my troubles in And I put them up on a higher hill To a place I've never been And I'll wait for you if you want me to Am I just wasting my time? Am I just losing my mind? And I'm always hanging on And I'm always closing doors And I'm always saying no No, when I really really want it all When I really really want you And I'll take myself from the bottom shelf And I'm on the street again But it's the newer town, and the rain comes down In a place I've never been October 19 just another thing to overcome.Look at that green Out through the screen After a quick rain came So fast that There wasn't time To roll up the windows And pull the clothes down off the line But i don't care It was so dry And the grass is happy And i think so am i Cause i'm through thinking about you For now i'm out at the hideout Far enough outside of town You can come You can stay If there's something you need To get away from Look at the day dropping away Hear the traffic pass along A distant sideroad down the way I think the dust has settled on me But i don't care, it was so calm I knew i wouldn't stay forever Knew i'd get some things together And move on October 07 so comfortable&broken in..I just remember, that time at the market
you snuck up behind me and jumped on my shopping cart
And rode down, aisle 5 you looked behind you to smile back at me crashed into a rack full of magazines they asked us, if we could leave... now that's what I call love.. ♥ |
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