The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.
The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.
But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.
The Terrifying Thing About Love
It is a terrifying thing
to watch love
walk in your direction
when you be
But I have to be honest
I just don't know-how
My heart aches
For yet anot
The little town was the perfect little town,
Where never would you see even one little fr
The hate that I feel inside for you
For all the crappy things you have put them through
Life is what we make it.
It cares not what we do.
No matter how we
Love. Is that what I crave?
If it is, then why can't I find it?
Hate. Does that m
You say you love me
you say you care
But when you look into my eyes
I see
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
The joke was very funny
She laughed a lot of tears
When suddenly her eye fell out
I wanna start fresh...
and forget this place, the wicked world I live in,<
