December 2nd, 2008

Ianto - gun


The 'Be Pete Wentz' poetry meme.

1. Put your music player on shuffle

2. The first lines of twenty songs = a poem; the first line of the twenty-first song is the title.

Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself

Come as you are
Thought we had a good thing, baby
Your eyes as we said our good byes
A small jean genie snuck off to the city

Trouble has always ever managed to find me
It's these substandard motels on the corner of 4th and Fremont Street
Another day goes without any change
525,600 minutes

She had an horror of rooms
A book report on Peter Rabbit
I think we need an agent
Together midnight in the summer

Give 'em the old razzle dazzle
I've been living to see you
All my bags are packed
Come cream away the bliss

All that's known, history and science
And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to father time
Draco Malfoy, what's your problem?
Baby, let me love you to the 98 degree, girl