Thursday, November 22, 2007
By Sylvia Plath
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in;
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you betwitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
I thought of this poem all of a sudden.
I think i made you up inside my head.
Yeah, i really think maybe i did.
Maybe i'm a lil cranky.
Or maybe just a little _________.
It brings back lots of memories :)
and no i dun think that when i shut my eyes all the world drops dead.
Coz when it happens then I'll have You by my side.
I think i made you up inside my head.
Yeah, i really think maybe i did.
Maybe i'm a lil cranky.
Or maybe just a little _________.
It brings back lots of memories :)
and no i dun think that when i shut my eyes all the world drops dead.
Coz when it happens then I'll have You by my side.
Falcks on 10:16 AM
