it's crap-tacular...hmmm, I should patent that phrase...
summer fades, days turn gray
leaves turn red, then brown, and slip away;
worshiped at the throne of you,
nothing ever felt so right
but where are you, my angel, on this cold and lonely night?
far away, you're moving on
my arms feel empty, they know you're gone;
staring at an empty throne,
nothing's ever felt as wrong
as missing you, my angel, on a night so dark and long.
***
ok, so I promised I wouldn't do it again, and I still suck, but I'm bored and couldn't get my brain to stop churning. The muse is upon me I suppose, I just wish I had some talent. Practice makes perfect (or better at least), and what better place to practice than here, where I can annoy you all. :P
leaves turn red, then brown, and slip away;
worshiped at the throne of you,
nothing ever felt so right
but where are you, my angel, on this cold and lonely night?
far away, you're moving on
my arms feel empty, they know you're gone;
staring at an empty throne,
nothing's ever felt as wrong
as missing you, my angel, on a night so dark and long.
***
ok, so I promised I wouldn't do it again, and I still suck, but I'm bored and couldn't get my brain to stop churning. The muse is upon me I suppose, I just wish I had some talent. Practice makes perfect (or better at least), and what better place to practice than here, where I can annoy you all. :P