My nose is falling off

Love, let me sleep tonight on you couch
And remember the smell of the fabric of your simple
city dress
Oh... That was so real
We walked around 'til the moon got full like a plate.
The wind blew an invocation
And I fell asleep at the gate... And I never stepped
on the cracks 'cause
I thought I'd hurt my mother
... And I couldn't awake from the nightmare
That sucked me in and pulled me under
Pulled me under

Oh... That was so real

I love you
But I'm afraid to love you

I love you
But I'm afraid to love you...

 

so your not becoming a micheal jackson impersonator?

 

hmm... maaaaaaaaaaaybe you should become one... this has nothing to do with jacko. Just couldn't think of a more fitting title.

 

hahaha

peace
chickens

 

hahaha, george. i hate to say it but i seriously thought of michael jackson when i read the title.

 

I know... lmao. I figured everyone would.

 

Nah, looks more like a Jeff Buckley one to me

 

::nods:: Why do good musicians have to die.

 

I visualized the sphynx..

 

because if they didnt we wouldnt miss them

 

I thought that this was going to be a Jacko insult forum.

Good poem though.

 

It isn't a poem. It's a jeff buckley song.