"Losing My Religion"
By R.E.M...
How many of us look up
at night...
I'm a figment of your imagination
And you're the bum in the street just thinking...
Out of the anger comes the pain
out of the pain comes the tears...
Everyone has a love story, that writes itself on...
everyone has a cut somewhere in their heart...
Another Jigsaw poem
My words were...
I stare at the blank piece of paper and think...
Nothing springs to mind. Nothing seems good enough...
The trumpets sounded,
A glorious hymn...
In a moment
I am swept away in this small area. In the spring...
It doesn't matter that i'm drunk
when writing this...
I once made a mistake
And claimed false hate...
Breathe like its your first time or your last
breathe like you just got an A in class...