Song Meme.
Instructions: Put your media player on random, take the first lines from the first 20 songs and post them. The 21st first line becomes the title of your poem.
Secret Heart, What Are You Made Of.
Come over to the window my little darling
I can fly, but I want his wings
As she walks in the room
I was five and he was six, we rode on horses made of sticks
There is an empty place inside that is hurting me.
Don't know why I'm still afraid, if you weren't real I would make you up.
Dear God, hope you got the letter.
We do it all, everything on our own.
Sinking feeling, spinning round again.
Blue, songs are like tatoos.
Child walks to the river
Real people walk in the streets, the streets is talkin'.
I need to tell you about, all the pain he's caused.
I am ready for love
I should know, who I am by now
Today is gonna be the day, that they throw it all back to you.
Remember when the days were long.
Crying on the corner, waiting in the rain.
Pack up, I'm straight enough.
Too alarming now to talk it out
Secret Heart, What Are You Made Of.
Come over to the window my little darling
I can fly, but I want his wings
As she walks in the room
I was five and he was six, we rode on horses made of sticks
There is an empty place inside that is hurting me.
Don't know why I'm still afraid, if you weren't real I would make you up.
Dear God, hope you got the letter.
We do it all, everything on our own.
Sinking feeling, spinning round again.
Blue, songs are like tatoos.
Child walks to the river
Real people walk in the streets, the streets is talkin'.
I need to tell you about, all the pain he's caused.
I am ready for love
I should know, who I am by now
Today is gonna be the day, that they throw it all back to you.
Remember when the days were long.
Crying on the corner, waiting in the rain.
Pack up, I'm straight enough.
Too alarming now to talk it out